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Persimmon

You are a funny looking fruit, hard sleek orange shell with a tomato like top round and dented.
I have yet to eat a ripe one, always the taste is the same.

I open you up-forgetting what the inside is like
because after the first bite
all I recall is my mouth sucked dry by your vacuum like powers
depleted of all liquid from my throat
what gifted taste remains, is a dry cotton acid
I gag, and damn myself again, for being tempted by your name.

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