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apple

oh, apple
sweet, magnificent sphere of passion
which so gracefully hangs from it’s branch of serenity
shine, refract the sun’s light
upon my cold metal heart

oh, apple
fall from the tree of elation
strike the wise man on his head and let him ponder
the simple aspects of life
which you instill

oh, apple
with your radiant gleam of red
glistening light to my glistening eyes
show me hope, faith, indifference
for on the devil’s land you bloom

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