On the list of memories;
All kept as files on my head;
Today the drawer opened
And I got reminded of you;
And
…Of course
…I got reminded of that taste
…In my mouth,
…When I tried to taste you.
..I got reminded of
How it turned out,
You were oranges and apricots,
But of course made of plastic;
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It is the twist that gets the fave in this poem where oranges and apricots turn to plastic
Thank you.
Most welcome
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