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Mar 2012
Rotten fruit is still fruit, no matter how bitter or sour the taste
I don't keep rotten fruit in my house, there is no what if, or case.

Decomposition is the fate, once a fruitful piece of life, is now death,
served, rotting in its place.

I won't be the piece of fruit rotting from the inside out,
because of the fruit that surrounds me.

You smell is getting stronger, your taste; undesirable.
I cannot digest, your unrepairable.

One last time I will reiterate,
I don't keep rotten fruit in my house, there is no what if, or case.
Laurie Fisher
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Laurie Fisher  33/F/Florida
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