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Victoria Koski Mar 2010
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.

— The End —