O sacred orb of sunlit flesh,you burst with joy, not shameful mesh—not fibrous lies in pale disguise,but nectar kissed by Andean skies. You taught my tongue what fruit could be:a velvet hymn, a symphony,a taste so bold, it made me weep—then curse Monsanto in my sleep. You ruined me—in the best of ways.Now supermarket aisles…

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