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Sticky sweet sensations swimming across my tonsils

Symbiotic euphoria of the senses

Picking apart the peel of the ripest fruit

Prying open its flesh,

segmented, raw. 

White strings – veins to trace its story.

Pushing to the lips 

Eternal glory

Swishing over the gums 

Diving down the throat 

Entering the stomach

to reside

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