Solanum lycopersicum

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You remind me of a cool lake

Perfect glass

The sun is practically begging me to jump in

 

I can already feel the explosion,

The cannon ball

That stretches to every corner of my body,

Even sometimes, onto my shirt

 

And yet, still some scoff

Texture matters

Or so they say.

But they hardly even know you

 

Would they dare try you on a burger?

A pizza?

Surely, they’d mix you with salsa
It is at this point they change their tune

 

But if they can’t handle you at your worst

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