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Withered Prunes.
Roasted peanuts upon the sand, baby oil to meet demand. Ugly rotten leather skin, dried up prune straight from the tin. Vanity withers you coffee roast, cancer spread upon your toast. Bask all day you're looking good, mirror image of rotten wood. spb. Notes: Entry for Taizias Bite size poetry competition. Prompt- Obsession. People who obsess with the sun, really do end up looking like dried fruit.
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