It’s not your fault
This is Cherry
This is Cherry
She is school days for your showcase
And read again her poems
Those flies take their opportunity to leave their black dots on her last updated profile
I will take my life
She said
She did
This is Cherry
You can leave the canvas unattended
If you think her words are dancing
The paint is detaching from the priming
I hate become
I hate become
She says at your daylight’s wake
This is Cherry
It’s not your fault
You didn’t believe in poems, did you
Just say hail and farewell
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