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the apple tree sits staring at me watching my every move her branches reach out to touch my flaxen hair combing out the tangles with her withering limbs her leaves form a braided wreath with fragile pink blossoms embodying my innocence her knots form a kind and gentle face the corners of her mouth turning up to assure me of hope her crevices are filled with love and life my only friends. my only family. "patience" she says and so i wait. and so i watch waiting the blessed day of forthcoming "patience" she says but I can't wait any longer my crystal blue eyes are beginning to discolor and my hair is beginning to fall time is running out I break from her withered limbs I break from her benevolent smile I break from her hospitality and materialness that nursed me back to health only to fall into a deep abyss of incompetence and insubordination childish and juvenile acts that were not nursed by the fruit of eden. I run back to her warm bark begging for forgiveness only to taste the now bitter apple.
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Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 3:36 PM UTC
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the apple tree sits staring at me watching my every move her branches reach out to touch my flaxen hair combing out the tangles with her withering limbs her leaves form a braided wreath with fragile pink blossoms embodying my innocence her knots form a kind and gentle face the corners of her mouth turning up to assure me of hope her crevices are filled with love and life my only friends. my only family. "patience" she says and so i wait. and so i watch waiting the blessed day of forthcoming "patience" she says but I can't wait any longer my crystal blue eyes are beginning to discolor and my hair is beginning to fall time is running out I break from her withered limbs I break from her benevolent smile I break from her hospitality and materialness that nursed me back to health only to fall into a deep abyss of incompetence and insubordination childish and juvenile acts that were not nursed by the fruit of eden. I run back to her warm bark begging for forgiveness only to taste the now bitter apple.
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olympiasorchid
Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 3:36 PM UTC
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