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First Fruit

.
Midday sounds
from balcony
sliding door breeze

Thoughts of him
In place

Impatient for my
midday travels

Watching eyes light up
In discovery
peeling me slowly
like it's his first fruit

Written by Lookawaynow (Rose)
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