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Peaches In a bowl If I could only put my mouth up against them and sleep in their perfume Peaches, peach, peaches blushing in rose sweet yet pungent as 4 a.m. unnecessary pit inside you peach scythe within you peach red and ochre blood as you slit in half but if only I bite you your sweet water will flow and when I suck you peach my tongue will become white and the bowl that holds you is it cold and smooth? Do you despise the other peaches or are you resting peacefully on their backs Is your only fate To be swallowed or may you just sit a placid peach
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Susan Russell
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