Short poem about an apricot


The Ice

I thought that she was a stone
From the hardest mountain
But for each day that passed
I knew her more and more

She was like an apricot that took forever to eat

Years passed by
Before I managed to get into her heart
And I just had to throw it away
So it could grow up again
To what it should've been



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Written on 2007-03-18 at 00:30

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