I have eaten

the plums

that were in

the icebox

and which

you were probably

saving

for breakfast

Forgive me

they were delicious

so sweet

and so cold

A poem wrapped in riddle, cradled in a story by nostr:npub1q360tzjtz3vep8m9g0akkc27fhcz8mgw6wgu797px9jqx9l9k0fqk3pysa

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