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Stolen Blossoming fruitStolen by ~Gittiegirl
still growing in the sun,
plucked from it's root,
unripened and young.
Not ready, unsure
but the fruit is now gone.
Laying naked stripped and cold.
Hopes Crushed Slient voices echo off the walls.Hopes Crushed by ~Gittiegirl
As two figures sit playing chess at the table.
Time runs out as the sand falls.
It's a lasting game with Mabel.
The hot, sweaty lights could melt a snowman,
not a sound but the scurry of a mouse.
My face turns red as if I were suntaned.
I move a pawn headed to the house
face to face with my enemies kissing
loosing so much I'm wasting my cash.
All of my obstacles I set up she's missing.
The clock ticks to end it with a bash,
my eyes turn on teary showers
as she's thrown dozens of flowers.
Sta.sh
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