In the market’s glow, you rest in violet sheen,
A curve so bold it borders on obscene,
Not crude, but lush, like twilight’s tender art,
A velvet hush that stirs the quiet heart.

You gleam with secrets in your polished skin,
A dusky lure that draws the senses in,
Neither fruit nor fantasy confined,
You tempt the eye, then linger in the mind.

O aubergine 🍆, with form both proud and sly,
You wear your beauty like a whispered sigh.

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me dah

it's almost harvesting season

an Extraordinary Man

小古比希望自己来自中国大陆，并希望能向富人学习。