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sweeter, less green, and softer

my body

has rejected me

too quickly ripened

in the scorch

i am twisted off at the stem

bursting

running streaked against the ground

skin broken by the first hesitant

scrape of teeth

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Published: May 15, 2013
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Notes: old, old, old. january?

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