Perustis Flamma

Pour Cerise

I was searching through documents. All stacked, all cluttered. I found one though, it was entitled "Pour Cerise". For those who don't speak French, that means "for Cherry". I read it. It didn't have much, just her name. Repeating, precious prior to the second time. Cherry, precious Cherry. That was in the history, though. I looked back. It seems I had reverted to a former state. The new form. I forgot all about. It really was supposed to be a treatise. A pragmatic look on how my actions and hers were both, wrong. I never finished it. I don't know why. I'm going to trash it right about now. So, lovely. 

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