To My Dear'st
You eternal blush of crimson light
Smooth and divine Man sees your light
I need you deseparately
Your sister have many acne
You brother is always green
Must be a problem with your father's seed
(Maybe its your mother)
Women wants you on their lips
Men wants you in their hands
You inspire even when you fall
But my dearest, I'm sorry
The time has come for you to go
You scream when you break
But I enjoy every move I make
Turning your white into rust.
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This poem we did in our Creative Writing class is about an apple
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