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The Apple of My Eye

An apple, a life.

Shiny, bright, newborn.

Yet, as most lives become,

This apple has been bitten, chewed, eaten away.

Until there is nothing left but a core.

A decaying core of what was once whole.

A rotting corpse of an eaten life, a devoured apple.

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Published: Mar 9, 2010
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