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where does my life start,

and where does it end,

only oranges or an apple

can tell.

they always enjoy being

in a fruit basket,

for as long as

they are not desired

by anyone

and their sweetness

and flavor

spread like a silent scent

in the morning.

they dream

about the times

when they were only

visitors in this world,

and when no one seemed to notice

their existence.