Apples, Words and Music

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I met a girl on the street,

She’s apples, words and music.

Like red apples, she was sweet

Her gaze quite therapeutic.

 

Once again I saw the girl,

A crown of quotes on her head.

These words are worth more than pearls,

Was the first thing that she said.

 

Again I saw her singing,

Losing herself piece by piece.

To the music she’s pleading,

For the heavy tides to cease.

 

I met a girl in my dreams,

She’s apples, words and music.

She’s radiant as the sun’s beam,

Only now, her heart’s fleeing.