Leaf,
Half-burnt,
With holes.
Body gone.
While memories dance,
Happily.
Eat one.
Still tastes,
Like the good old days,
When he peeled them.
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Leaf,
Half-burnt,
With holes.
Body gone.
While memories dance,
Happily.
Eat one.
Still tastes,
Like the good old days,
When he peeled them.