Summer flavor assaulting the tastebuds;
juice dripping down the chin.
Bite into it.
Pithy.
Tasteless.
Dry.
(Bruised.)
Disappointing.
Dead.
Is this the state of my heart?
Not a heart of stone (well, maybe a little one in the center).
But a soft, dry, tasteless (bruised) one.
Good from outward appearance,
until one gets too close and finds disappointment.
"Create in me a new heart, O God, and restore a right spirit within me."
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