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I am a year's supply of fruit, and even though you have every peach you could ask for, I am rotten before you can appreciate what you sought. I am flesh and stem and pit. My insides are measly and the orange glow I once produced is blackened like the dirt you threw me in. Here I rest as you stomp through my peel and crack my core. I cannot pick myself up. I must decompose and start again; regrow, grow, growth. Reach out from branch to sky until I glisten again. This takes time. I succumb to comfort in the catacomb containing the plums and apples before me. Safe as I am in the dark, I cannot stay long. My seed will sprout as I am reborn with fresh pupils and stronger limbs. I've learned to protect myself. And when another boy, mouth watering and eyes hungry, comes to my trunk, I will summon storms to tear up my roots and cast me down so he cannot do it himself.
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Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 2:53 AM UTC
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I am a year's supply of fruit, and even though you have every peach you could ask for, I am rotten before you can appreciate what you sought. I am flesh and stem and pit. My insides are measly and the orange glow I once produced is blackened like the dirt you threw me in. Here I rest as you stomp through my peel and crack my core. I cannot pick myself up. I must decompose and start again; regrow, grow, growth. Reach out from branch to sky until I glisten again. This takes time. I succumb to comfort in the catacomb containing the plums and apples before me. Safe as I am in the dark, I cannot stay long. My seed will sprout as I am reborn with fresh pupils and stronger limbs. I've learned to protect myself. And when another boy, mouth watering and eyes hungry, comes to my trunk, I will summon storms to tear up my roots and cast me down so he cannot do it himself.
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IrelandU
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Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 2:53 AM UTC
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