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Hungry for a Mouth - July 10, 2020

a ripe peach

woke me last night

crying out with her fragrance

my nose stirred which pried

the salt seal from my eyes

she’s hungry I thought

for a mouth

I rolled over trying to

muffle her smelly shouts

silly fruit

can wait till morning


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