She can’t sleep.
So she thinks.
Mid-July
Grandma’s Cherry Pie.
God’s don’t lie.
She cries.
She cries.
She cries.
Knowledge, she decides,
Is a possessive ex-boyfriend.
Why did she ever kiss the fruit?
Sometimes, she wishes she had just married ignorance.
No one tries.
By and by,
She cries.
She cries.
She cries.
So she thinks.
Mid-July
Grandma’s Cherry Pie.
God’s don’t lie.
She cries.
She cries.
She cries.
Knowledge, she decides,
Is a possessive ex-boyfriend.
Why did she ever kiss the fruit?
Sometimes, she wishes she had just married ignorance.
No one tries.
By and by,
She cries.
She cries.
She cries.
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