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Nov 2015
Ever pulled a freshly made soon to be fruit roll up
     from cool wax paper?
That's what your words do to me.
    Half of them fleshy and colored with ingredients boiled down
and the other
             smoothed and nearly transparent.
Still, which part will I wind up eating in the end?

There's always a piece of foil.
Pep
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