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| There is nothing more erotic than
potential |
| for it lies under flesh and bone |
| sweet like the hard packed meat of an
apple |
| beneath a covering of tasteless skin. |
| Plucked from one who is almost ripe |
| coming |
| to a state of maturity |
| hovering on the precipice of actuality |
| being |
| feeling |
| giving |
| to the hunger of the surrounding world |
| and the world feeds |
| letting the juice of talent and
celebrity |
| stain fingers already sticky |
| with extended excitement |
| and release. |
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