So I bought one from the old man at the corner, the one who always smiles as if he knows a secret. I brought it home, held it in my hands like a grenade, like a promise.
I cut my thumb on its spines and bled a little. The smell rose like a dark angel or a memory I had tried to forget.
Inside, the flesh was golden, the taste of heaven and earth at once, of first love and last regrets.
So I bought one from the old man at the corner, the one who always smiles as if he knows a secret. I brought it home, held it in my hands like a grenade, like a promise.
I cut my thumb on its spines and bled a little. The smell rose like a dark angel or a memory I had tried to forget.
Inside, the flesh was golden, the taste of heaven and earth at once, of first love and last regrets.
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