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Cantaloupe

The subtle lines of your skin
Rough like the sands of time
The subtle way your skin splits
By the hand of a dull knife
The remnants of your life spill down your rind
Sweet sticky sultry
Golden explosions
In the dark damp cave
On the small pink face
That is my taste



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