Tomato Us

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I am tomato,
Sunburned cheeks smile fatly,
Curves smooth with summer gloss,
Vessel of velvet juice,
Within a ruddy flood of skin,
And round and round within,
And tethered by thick stem,
Until your hand caressed,
My newly ripened breast,
And plucked me from beneath,
A dappled emerald leaf,
And when to nose you held,
The scent of love you smelled,
Then thoughts of other things,
My blushing skin did bring,
For you are me and I am you,tomato
Tomato bright and human, too.

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Cosmic surfer of paradoxes.
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