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Blueberries


I eat the color

Of the smallest fleeting

When my room's dark violet

Breaks into blue, chewing

Slowly only a handful,

Pulping the painless,

Delighting in delicate

Orbs of sweet quiet,

Refusing to let the dawn go

     

Copyright 2014 by Jonel Abellanosa