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May 2016
She held my heart like a peace of fruit

Took a knife and cut off the bruising

Took a bite and began confusing

Sour taste for wanton roots
Discarded waste left on the ground

Still all it wants is you
John B
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John B  28/M/Within The Omniverse
(28/M/Within The Omniverse)   
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