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Aug 2011
[Orange]

Plastic eyes cannot see me
Plastic ears cannot hear me, plastic
Tongue cannot taste me

Bitter rind is protection
For sweet tangy juicy but
Plastic does not benefit cold
                   Dry air inside

We both are almost alive, I
am dying while you project life's
Illusion for reasons best left unknown

I will rot before I gather dust.
A new series I'm starting about an Orange and a Doll.
Samuel
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Samuel  27/M/Fremont, CA
(27/M/Fremont, CA)   
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   Molly Pendleton
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