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Thursday, January 2, 2014

The Rambutan

When I think of a rambutan,
I can see the hairy red colored fruit on the trees,
I can smell the fresh green leaves and white flesh,
I can feel the shape, almost rounded, almost perfect,
I can taste that shade of happiness inside my mouth,
My dear rambutan, my seasonal rambutan.


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