Berries
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If tomorrow never comes
and I’ve still not found a way
to do the things I’d like to do
but failed to day-by-day,
I just want you to know
the dreams that I possessed,
the hopes that kept me going,
Raspberry juice seeps through her teeth
and drips out of the corner of her faked-smile.
Her lips are stained by blackberries,
each one delicately plucked
at the exact moment she was least ready for it.
His face was like looking at time itself
Everything moving froze in his wake
A chilling daze spread throughout his cheek
As if one had now crossed over his own cemetery
His nose was curved up into a vicious beak
