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my pruned tree love,
with without the fruit
i am allowed,
and not allowed to eat,
my cherry bush
that burns but does not burn
with words that leap,
but never leave the mouth,
between the plum unborn,
the plum consumed,
the candied flame that dies,
to be inflamed,
between the ashen bloom,
infernal honey blooms,
red candy opium
heirloom charms,
i wait for fire fruit
to burst from poppy lips,
between the bite that is,
and that is not.
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