Shiny red apple
Polished to a
Shimmered glare
Irresistible to
every
Sense.
But inside
White fruit is
rotted
Brown.
Mush and Mealy,
A worms feast of
plenty,
The skin collapses
Beneath carnivorous
teeth,
Poison coating their
Tongue and
Filling greedy
little
Tummies
With the decay
Of masterful
deceit.
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