Strawberry
I see Selma the strawberry girl
With freckles like strawberry seeds
And a strawberry's persistence to flourish among weeds
And a hat as green as a strawberry top
And her strawberry laughter at the rain going drip, drip, drop
Do you see Selma the strawberry girl?
Bits of bones scattered like strawberry seeds
Her body, abandoned in the weeds
No more hat green as a strawberry top
Her blood pooled on the ground, red like strawberry flesh, as her corpse begins to rot.
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