Summer Fruits

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Crimson blood oozing into a wet canvas
Spirits of the summer fruit
Carried by the mystic steam
The teabag curls
As the teaspoon twirls
Swirling the grassy grave

The corpse smell of strawberry punches
Through the raspberry remains
The apple flash and marigold petals
Unable to be identified

A delicious murder
Offering a plethora of healthy promises
The souls of the fruit will be reincarnated
Back to their birthplace
Beneath a topaz sun

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