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grey n' peach (shitty poem)

everything was grey and cloudy when it was fresh,
when the rain had just fell from the hell above,
everyone tried to help but it was no use,
then.
on that faithful Sunday, i felt the clouds disappear slowly.
my beautiful pinky peach came along once more and i felt whole again, my life turned from grey to bright and beautiful peach.
every night i'd come home with nothing but you on my mind,
i'd not eat or wolf down my dinner so i could talk to you and facetime you,
on Thursday you called me as soon as humanly possible and made me feel amazing for the fully day.
thank you, my amazing best friend
my peach 💗

sincerely,
Me! 💗💗xx