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It all started when I was seven after making a decision to eat eight apples with the core It made me weak and my stomach lurch, leading ultimately to ***** all over the floor That urge showed up again not long after when I decided to runaway alone I got picked up and brought to a place that one could call a dead zone If I had any sense it was lost tens years past My life is simple, until it’s not and then it’s a nice contrast If I spill beet juice on the sheets it turns into mess that wounds his heart When he bleeds on the sheets it doesn't resemble the juice, and a mess is now art It all started with a knife and an apple to slice, a waiting voice to persuade My stomach churned while the hand twitched causing me to miss, but he met my blade Such a sweet fruit Such a sweet life Will it stain my knife?
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Jan 21, 2022
Jan 21, 2022 at 10:10 AM UTC
Will it stain?
It all started when I was seven after making a decision to eat eight apples with the core It made me weak and my stomach lurch, leading ultimately to ***** all over the floor That urge showed up again not long after when I decided to runaway alone I got picked up and brought to a place that one could call a dead zone If I had any sense it was lost tens years past My life is simple, until it’s not and then it’s a nice contrast If I spill beet juice on the sheets it turns into mess that wounds his heart When he bleeds on the sheets it doesn't resemble the juice, and a mess is now art It all started with a knife and an apple to slice, a waiting voice to persuade My stomach churned while the hand twitched causing me to miss, but he met my blade Such a sweet fruit Such a sweet life Will it stain my knife?
sarah-carlson
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Jan 21, 2022
Jan 21, 2022 at 10:10 AM UTC
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