Maureen (aqualentusfusco) wrote in suchprettyw0rds,
Maureen
aqualentusfusco
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O', my inamorato.

I walk through the grocery store, aisle upon aisle, fingering the star fruit, brushing past the bananas. Under the haze of the florescent lights and shopping lists, drowning in the colors, I think to myself, "Maureen, you'd make the most exquisite avocado."

I am falling for beautiful eyes and clever remarks. There is poetry in his words, and riddles on his tongue.

Your love, that red disease, is an infection, and I am reduced to a single black banana.

New girl.

Maureen
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