A forgotten Book,
Is yearning to be opened,
By a learning mind.
***
Kiwi, sweet chilli,
Plums, pear, lemon, grape, lychee,
My fruit salad lunch.
(Seriously)
***
A bewildered look,
They gave as they watched me eat,
My kiwi unpeeled.
***
The song hurts less now,
Though pain still sweetly kisses,
I no longer cry.
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