Category : Poems

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Hand calm and steady 
Scanning ever so slightly
A search on a familiar map
Yet still hard to find
But when doest find
Thou protrudes a piercing pain
Into the soft and gentle
Awaiting for apples and berry
For when the red water register
Relief is all exhaled
Thou forces into the soft and gentle
Til the fruit eats itself and is no more
Nevertheless, prudent one should be
For a high for the future address 
Will have thee lay in eternal rest.