They lay secure in a sweet bell
Like pearl protected in sea shell
In orange red hangings with rind
They hold on firm with strings even in wind
They resemble huge cannon balls
Little in real, wrapped in watery shawls
As dark as night, as black as my hair
They grow in fruity womb in despair
They are exposed with a deep incision
Resting safe like valued possession
Smooth like precious black beads
Shiny black pearls are the Papaya Seeds
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