smell its sweetness
like the scent of a
child's memory
soothing to sadness
its color is yellow
on hues on pale orange
smooth skin
like porcelain
its pulp is juicy
and sugarlike
in taste, and
the covering
of the seed is
leatherlike
at the core
it is better
like me, really.
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