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22h
Cravings for what’s similar -
a taste.
Left wanting more.

Riddled deep with gnats and worms.
Rotten to the core.

But might the sweetness from within
derive from could-be rot?

Tender ripeness with a bite.
Decidedly, it’s not.
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pleblderblerbmerbcschrb  23/fatigue
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