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Mackenzie Vieth May 2014
Permanent bruises on my legs
(I'm a peach),
but I don't mind them.
Reminding me when I'm alone,
(that I wasn't)-
you left me sweet thumb-sized poems.
Chris T Mar 2014
After so long searching
I found the perfect peach
hanging from a tree at
eye level and I knew
the journey was all done.
(So thank you)

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