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papaya
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ever dumbening
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My senses are both dulled and sharpened by the smoke and wine from last night. The fruit, perfectly ripe, yields to the Henckels blade: gently, firmly. I note a certain sensuality as I scrape away the mass of wet black seeds. The coral flesh, candy-sweet perfection, sinks deeply, well beyond the boundaries of mere taste. Standing drenched at the edge of the storm-torn sea, where scurries of foam secede and run themselves to nothingness, I can't shake the craving for this taste.
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021215
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Nukemall
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Damn, I'm hungry again.
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031010
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nom
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dried
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031010
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leni
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i watched a pair
ripen
outside
my window
for half a year
in awe that fruit bat
did not take them
in her
razor teeth
...
the colour
and the spots came
...
i angled
under
webs of
golden orbs
...
one smashed to the stone
from my hand
a mist
of midge
ascending
but the
other
...
the other
tasted
the
essence
of life
...
ripe
red
shared
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060927
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Hahaha
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I suggest we rename some fringe vegetable "mamano". What a pairing they'd be!
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070707
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Lady Lightness
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spoon scoops out spicy seeds
encased in orange flesh
soft sweet flesh
spicy seeds
flavor
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070708
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pSyche
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Maya papaya, he called me.
And I thought it was funny, seeing as my name wasn't even Maya. But I didn't tell him that.
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070709
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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