UntitledA Poem by Penelope VoljetiI picked the only peach without the insects and rotting skin and when it hit my teeth, my mouth was filled with grit and the sense that I didn't look closely enough
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Added on November 2, 2015 Last Updated on November 2, 2015 AuthorPenelope VoljetiAboutFavorite genre: Poetry Favorite food: Mashed potatoes Love to take long walks to the fridge and write in the wee hours of the morning more..Writing
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