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R.L. Balladrael

Romantic Science Fiction & Fantasy

Poetry

grape

September 24, 2022 balladrael
I'm a small grape, rolling off a table
They don't know their rubber soles are crushing out my juice
All the questions, all the lectures
"Why aren't you wine already? Here's how"
I'm leaking on the floor
Nobody seems to see
They just keep stepping on me.

[Featured Image: Commercial raisins, CC0 1.0]

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