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You there,
With the velvet blush and smokey breath.

Lie with me softly,
And devour my broken embrace.
- C.c


This was originally a magnet poem.
The pith or softness can't be seen,
The layer as a veil keeping it unseen.
By seeing shiny face can't predict the fruitfulness,
When slit down shows the truthfulness.
Can't be left open, otherwise becomes a dark hue,
But tasted in time becomes alive and true.
A trace of flavour and bittersweet,
Turns an ephemeral life to moments sweet.
A fruit is same as we all are. Can't predict the internal truth. Slit down (interaction) is necessary to know it's nature.

— The End —