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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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Mar 9, 2010
Mar 9, 2010 at 9:23 PM UTC
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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Mar 9, 2010
Mar 9, 2010 at 9:23 PM UTC
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