Garden Plum
Remember purple
fragrance coming
through, taste buds
waiting, such
anticipation, slivating
like wild dogs, awake,
conscious skins,
sweetness, waiting
juice exploding like
a rageful volcano
inside running
down my throat
anticipation over
mission accomplished.
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