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Peach transience
betrays lust and loins.

Bite and suck,
those juices leave us
thirstier.

The fluttering timid
place the fruit basket
upon a pedestal,
then bemoan decay.

On the plane of real,
our crystal sanity plays
songs of the soul.



Written by Atakti
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