Apple. The object of my soul desire. I don't taste much of you these days. I miss you and the stomach pains you braught along with you. Shiny and red, sweet and plump. And now, I can taste You in my mouth, You sit in my throat and try to choke me. You cling to my body and I hate You. I've traded apples in for You but that's all going to change.
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ahh.. how very romantic.
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