Once the taste of your fruit pierced my lips with satisfaction. Tangy, satisfying, sweet; gratifying and joyful fulfillment of my daily needs. As time jogs along, the sweetness of your tart dies slowly with every passing day; Left only with your rotting core, bitterness and resentment have replaced the sweet. Your etherial magic no longer… Continue reading Ode To A Rotting Apple
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