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a wee taste
then that lemon on that tree
the one you pointed out was smiling in the breeze
the taste of it
once devoured
the shell spat out
up
into the sharpening air
frozen
the one you pointed out was smiling in the breeze
the taste of it
once devoured
the shell spat out
up
into the sharpening air
frozen
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