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May 2016
I bite into the soft flesh of the fruit.
The pressure makes it squirt
sprays of cool citric delight.
Swallowing leaves a sweet residue in my mouth
as little bits of orange get stuck in my broken tooth.
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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