Downy skin

Soft touch

Transformed by sun rays

Into the lusciousness of Paradise

Now a lost memory

You were the Fruit of Possibilities.

We keep coming back to you

for tantalizing glimpses of what could have been

Your sweetness a reminder of our loss of innocence.

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