Bruised Fruit

Bruised Fruit

 
Faded in Novato off of Highway One,
I miss you, sugarplum.
In my withered veins,
in between my toes,
in my desiccated bones,
in my scabs,
in my scars,
in the thrush in my throat.
In my bruised fruit.
 
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