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Miss Strawberry

Miss Strawberry

Miss Strawberry

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Luminous as the moon

White, but not the whitest

Creamy, soft touches familiar like a wise woman’s and yet delicate as a shy virgin’s hesistancy

Etesian wind passes through her ginger hair as the day turns to night , sinking the sun

Shivers like a leaf oppose to falling

Whilst memoirs stripping,

Bites a fresh plum

Sweet and juicy as the first kiss

Blushes like a newly wed bride

Smiles to her childhood playing on trees

Scratching the scars of bleeding knees

Time as a capsule hard to swallow

Wrinkles happen to be filled with sorrow.

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