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bitter promise fruit

December 30, 2009

Bitter promise fruit
I am full on your meat
My belly aches with basic desire
Your pulp satisfies
But only so much
Thus, I seek something sweet
Your unbalanced burn
Gave me some relief
From that which is pleasurable
So thank you
But now I must find a fix
To place my trust in
I hope to find you on sale again
And gobble you up
When the time is right
And pleasure
is out of season
--
12.30.09

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