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Grapefruit

I haven’t heard from you Grapefruit.

Where did you go?

I knew someone that fell in love with Grapefruit.

He was one of my very good friends.

Came home one day, found you sleeping in his bed.

Came home one day, found you left of the right.

Dear Grapefruit.

I miss you and I have yet to blink an eye.

The clock has yet to strike twelve.

It is a brave new world.

I’m off before you know it.

Give me a last goodbye, a last goodbye.

Grapefruit.

 

 

© 2004 David Greg Harth

04.05.25.24:42:52@296NYC