![]() UntitledA Poem by Penelope Voljeti![]() ![]() I 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 Author![]() Penelope 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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