i went out looking to be broken
there is a myth
the myth of the perfect peach
a texture that raises the hair on your neck
a scent that closes your eyes
a taste that drips into your soul
i spend my years trying
to eat that perfect peach
crawling inside the pulp
never finding the juice
that defies all explanation
i went out looking to be broken
A great start! I like the repeated first and last line. I also love the pulp and juice lines.
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