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The
durians
The
fans and the critics
The
smell of sweetness
The
sign of dislike
The
season arrives
The
durians stalls on sight
On
vans and streets
The
thorns capturing the eyes
The
lovers of durians
They
only smell the entrapment
Once
it captures them
There
is no way to run
The
haters of durians
They
will tell a different story
The
smell of headaches
They
will run into hiding places
The
durians
The
way it is
“You
love me or you run
There
is no corruption or greed”
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