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I want to eat the world

like a child:

eyes wet with wonder at

how pears taste of gritty sweetness

and melt on my tongue

like chocolate

like lost love

I want to dig my nails into

overripe oranges

and take them apart at their seams

digging my fingers into their center

and worship how fragile

their inner skin is

and how they burst into submission

at each bite.

I want to watch

as honey slowly sweats out of its bottle

and sticks to the edge

and leaves sweet fingerprints

sticky memories

as it falls, golden,

over the ledge I want to climb a tree

and lift my arms into the breeze

and pretend that

nothing has ever existed

but my dreams



and that I am free.

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