A BOWL OF FIGS – A POEM
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A bowl of figs
in an empty room
where I enter
hungry
A sweet sugary
cuddle puddle
with seeds and skin
Fruitful in abundance
and in fruit.
I grab the candy
make it mine
swallow
and exit.
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