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Agéd

Pear shaped,

I’m an avocado in water.


Bottom heavy,

I turn sideways with a gentle push.


Time and emptiness

have left me wrinkled,


like a ripe raisin

drying in the sun.


But those rays have mellowed me

to a sweetness yet explored.


Let their bright beams crinkle me—

There is more to age than years implore.

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