Peeling the Plumbs


Now the cut opens
It's smile is not
New to me, it's
always been there,
Sitting,
Waiting
For me to cry. In a
Small white hug
I grin and grin
For you and only you
But you hate me
Why won't you speak
To me. Why did
You fall out of
Love with me
Why do all of
The plums fall
When I don't want
Them to?

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