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First Fruit
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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
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
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