The apple of your eye
you said ~
once
in a time when summer knew no end
and pretty ribbons
flowed like apron strings
from those curls you brushed with flawless hands
and now
as I peel back indifference
we drift apart
snapping at the core of ill-demise
never really knowing
when I fell
far enough from the tree
that my skin
would bruise
ever so slightly
leaving a shade of red
you couldn't stand...





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