This One Was Living

This one was red.
It was a symbol of love
Until the sun dried it out
the love died burning

This one was soft.
It gave comfort and hugs
Until the juice stain ruined it
Its place was now in the garbage can

This one was living.
It enjoyed the simple things
Until they weren't enough to live for
It bleed out.
And was no longer living

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