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ah. to blog. this is for me

Cherries
I want to sit
and let the juice
drip
down my fingers onto my dress
alone or with you
it doesn't really matter

cherries have the prettiest color i ever see...theyre so delicious and romantic when they stain lips and fingertips. if i could make it into a sweet thick purple red ink i would...

Dear YOU-
I'm so sorry. I am. you'll never read this, i know, unless somehow you get word of it through the grapevine. even then i doubt you'd deign to look at something i've written. but my secret? i kept your memoir. i can't read it. not now, not for a few years. but i'm going to keep it for a long time because i feel it's important to you. i wronged you more than once. you didn't really deserve it. i hate to tell myself that things could have been different, but only because i know it isn't true. our stubbornness made us this way. lovers or enemies there can't be any in between. i debate late at night whether i'm going to contact you in a few years...i don't know if i could do it.
i love/hate you.
muffy.