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May 18, 2008 at 08:41PM Fresh Fruit
She was fresh fruit
just right to pick--
ripe... at the age of sixteen.
He was almost twenty-one
and every school girl's dream.
Between them both
they had it all.
Hearts bursting at the seams
but after all these many years
life isn't as it seemed.
And the story repeats itself everyday.
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