Cherries
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Trickling through my sweet veins bursts a desire to
fly
through the ocean of petals, whose broken cellulose is splashed
vibrantly
Alice’s army,
Topsy-turvy,
Too pretty to fight.
Their skirts flow in the air
and swords impale the ground;
Battle-torn scraps float on the breeze,
Sweet Summer nights,
Spent with you by the lake at your side,
Your enigmatic smile,
Whose white teeth reflect against the dark night sky.
I have a cherry colored vendetta,
