{v.3} :: a mess

Cherry White

Cherry blossoms in the springtime,
Raining down on you.
Snow-like petals touch your fine skin,
Amongst the green and blue.

In all the world there ever was,
Which pain and torment haunt,
Cherry white and your bright smile,
Are all that I could want.

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