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 Aug 31
Caro
One day
I’d love to be
Eaten, defiled, consumed, delighted in
The very same way
I do
A mango

I want for someone to be so overcome
By my deliciousness
That they must eat
and eat
eat and eat
Until I am spent
And they sit back almost ashamed
At how they were swept away
Consuming me with such vigor
Rakishly, sheepishly
Wiping wet from their lips
And wishing they could have a bit more
 Aug 31
Sam S
A surprise is only a seed,
cast into soil without a name.
It waits in silence,
forgotten in the dark.
But one morning,
green stirs against the black,
and before long
the seed is a tree,
and the tree holds fruit
once believed impossible.

— The End —