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And the seeds,
you remember don't you?
They are embedded in the fleshy pulp.

With my index finger
I follow
every fragrant glimpse.

Such intense
and flavorful
memory trails to wonder.

Carum carvi
and Jalapeño sauce
straight from a
hot No.10 skillet.
Blood Orange slices
have not ever tasted
quite like that.
Gardenia blossoms,
they’re not poisonous
are they?

Pause.

Despite the map we charted
I find myself so easily lost
amidst a transcendent,
pervasive flora,

fascinated and breathless.

Really,
makes no difference
if or even where
we placed that letter X.

Iv come to conclusions,
1. She won't ever want me the same way I want her

2. If that's the case I'm wasting my time.

No out come that iv thought of has yet to bring you closer tof me. No matter what I do.

Iv never been one to give up especially since

Your the reason why I can't wait for tomorrow.

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Oft  his        bet hat
The  ide       als sit
For  all         toh ear
Yet  sim       ply die

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you  exp    ose and
cry  ing      out  sti
fle  tha       twh ich
cou  ld1     day fly

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not  bee    ngi ven
suc  hch    anc eto
inf  ect      mym ind

Tra  gic      ast tra
ffi  cfi         lls the
air  bli       ndo pen
you  ree    yes tof
ind  thi      sto bet
Rue.

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Pas' yeaths bore to with dozhalfen morpland
Stwhil ninglund asprak - a flickrin flopp
Lokcs wild untrewd gravaz mirsey strop

Won lords ashored off moor tym of-wight
Whyl bmumblgnig Johnny doze nye their crawe or bytte
yet hear wieR fayssd whit hist fay tof pear
Demmos in crass faw teesh grate cites off gare

Look away. Stay silent. Ignore if you must.
Just remember the li(n)e in people we trust.