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Friends Described as Fruits
A poem about a strange fruit basket
We make up a pretty strange fruit basket.
Different colors.
Different backgrounds.
Different interests.
Different tastes.
Well at least we're all fruits.
Blueberry is easily likeable.
She’s vegan, but only sometimes.
Maybe 70% of the time?
She’s adventurous, and many of my favorite memories were her ideas.
She takes all the good photos for the group, and gives the best hugs.
For someone like me who grew up not used to receiving big hugs from anyone besides my parents, she’s made me better at receiving and showing love.
Persimmon is me.
I’m a sensitive softie — empathetic and a listener.
I also set high standards for myself, and so I work with my introversion to be a source of strength, not weakness.
I like to be organized, some might say too much.
