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my body has rejected me too quickly ripened in the scorch i am twisted off at the stem bursting running streaked against the ground skin broken by the first hesitant scrape of teeth
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May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 8:43 PM UTC
sweeter, less green, and softer
my body has rejected me too quickly ripened in the scorch i am twisted off at the stem bursting running streaked against the ground skin broken by the first hesitant scrape of teeth
old, old, old. january?
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May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 8:43 PM UTC
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