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sometimes i feel like a citrus lemon, orange, lime, or grapefruit fragrant and flavorful my insides bitter or sweet and my outsides the exact opposite high quantities of acid regardless eat me raw press my juice, i make a great 'ade you may also preserve me in a marmalade sometimes i feel like an apple do not call me a crab tho a globose pome my outside has smooth shiny skin my inside is sweet or **** yet soft my centre contains seeds arranged in a star-like manner i make great pies but i also pair great with cheese my versatility allows me to please sometimes i feel like grape growing from the woody vines my flexibility is far and wide raisins, vinegar, oil, and wines i prefer to remain in a cluster of friends im afraid to venture out because i need them to sustain sometimes i feel like anything other than me i am tired of looking in the mirror i have grown weary of what i see so i pick flora and fauna inanimate objects weather and time space and place to rectify my existence in some way that i can relate at least when i list fruit my belly aches with delight
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Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 3:37 PM UTC
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sometimes i feel like a citrus lemon, orange, lime, or grapefruit fragrant and flavorful my insides bitter or sweet and my outsides the exact opposite high quantities of acid regardless eat me raw press my juice, i make a great 'ade you may also preserve me in a marmalade sometimes i feel like an apple do not call me a crab tho a globose pome my outside has smooth shiny skin my inside is sweet or **** yet soft my centre contains seeds arranged in a star-like manner i make great pies but i also pair great with cheese my versatility allows me to please sometimes i feel like grape growing from the woody vines my flexibility is far and wide raisins, vinegar, oil, and wines i prefer to remain in a cluster of friends im afraid to venture out because i need them to sustain sometimes i feel like anything other than me i am tired of looking in the mirror i have grown weary of what i see so i pick flora and fauna inanimate objects weather and time space and place to rectify my existence in some way that i can relate at least when i list fruit my belly aches with delight
personification is such a sweet treat
jane-tricky
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jane-tricky
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 3:37 PM UTC
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