Mango juice

It is sweet like the middle of May Moldable like Taino clay Its juices stick to my skin because it knows about sweet tooths The cravings crash into my body like waves do the sandy shores that harbor its trees Shake shake shake Till 10 fall from the tall tree I try to grab them all but people weren’t meant to hold that much greatness My small hands grab the biggest and the smallest Peeling off its green and orange skin Letting the sweet juices create art on my body My teeth sink into sweet orange flesh Reminding my body that this taste goes back for generations Who knew fruit could time travel

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