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Dec 2014
Fruit basket
Pick what you like
"This ones bruised,
This ones ripe"

With no way to say no
Just a product to be owned
One in a bunch, a bunch in a basket
Pick the fruit fallen far from the tree
Stare and assess like fruit but please-

The fruit in the basket is not made from plastic
Stepped on like grapes all their lives
Carved like pumpkins on the inside
Sit to rot and eaten by fruit flies
They look pretty on the outside
These fruits are lies, these fruits are lives
But these staring eyes are rotten inside
Biting the apple of sin, that cries
*** Trafficking
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