Raw. The smell fills you up, nauseating and yet intriguing. The chemicals splattered across the room, a multitude of colours. You know the fruit is better than the juice. So bite it, before the rest of the world drinks up the essence, the vitality. Can't you see where the beauty lies? Don't you feel the chill in the air? When you watch someone emote in a physical form, in a kiss or a tear, are you not left awe struck? I like the bearded, not the clean shaven. What does that make me? Or you? Do you really want to know?
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