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Strange Fruit  By Cynthia MacGregor  
Love is a ripe fruit,
Spoiling soon when neglected,
Succulent when fresh
The leaden grey sky
Has tears to shed for the world
So bent on hating.
The sands of time shift,
Unsteady beneath my feet-
No firm foundation.
Like scrubbrush bristles,
The forest of tall pines stands,
Abrading the sky.
Night pricks the tired day,
Bleeding the lifeblood daylight,
Leaching its colors.
Lost in his eyes, I
Looked straight to his heart but could
Not see our future.
The one thing that's sure
Is that nothing stays the same
...Including your love?
Lightning is nothing
But untamed raw energy
Mocking mere humans.































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