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some people call me sweet,
a cherry, ripe and cleaned neat
but under the same breath,
one will say i will seethe
because of something so simple
fill up your cup with lemonade,
maybe someone will want it
but everyone wants cherry,
a slushie with sugar and preservatives
to cover up the bitterness inside,
flavors of which consume me like a plague,
maybe one day, you’d get to know me
mix them up together, would you like the taste?
I don’t think you’d be able to handle
the bittersweetness of cherry ice and lemonade