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**An alien fruit on a low hanging branch, she swings invitingly flaunting her color, that pulled me near what an adornment you would be to my meager fruit basket, inebriating scent emanating overpowers my senses. Your design, I certainly smell I hear the whisper, the disclaimer to entice me to your side, "I don't like him, the keeper of my orchard, he pretends he owns it but does he know the truth? it's different, fruits aren't his passion, just a hoarder he doesn't enjoy  the ripe fruits, and I am a **** fruit, I see yearnings play hide and seek in your eyes, aren't you the kind of guy, I've been waiting to come this way, take me, soon I'll forget him, throw away your qualms like fruit peels to the dumps" I can't now discern, what I now think, no, I am no purist who detests tartness, I like the taste of vinegar, this fruit offers so much, this is a taste I relish, but I am not game for this, like to chase and hunt, fruits from higher branches, "wouldn't touch a carcass, even if it promises much"**
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Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 6:00 AM UTC
An alien fruit
**An alien fruit on a low hanging branch, she swings invitingly flaunting her color, that pulled me near what an adornment you would be to my meager fruit basket, inebriating scent emanating overpowers my senses. Your design, I certainly smell I hear the whisper, the disclaimer to entice me to your side, "I don't like him, the keeper of my orchard, he pretends he owns it but does he know the truth? it's different, fruits aren't his passion, just a hoarder he doesn't enjoy  the ripe fruits, and I am a **** fruit, I see yearnings play hide and seek in your eyes, aren't you the kind of guy, I've been waiting to come this way, take me, soon I'll forget him, throw away your qualms like fruit peels to the dumps" I can't now discern, what I now think, no, I am no purist who detests tartness, I like the taste of vinegar, this fruit offers so much, this is a taste I relish, but I am not game for this, like to chase and hunt, fruits from higher branches, "wouldn't touch a carcass, even if it promises much"**
k-balachandran
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Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 6:00 AM UTC
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