Apple.
Coated in candy.
A disguise of the senses,
Exhilaration to taste.
A fake.
Sweetness upon sickly sweetness.
Painful in a good way.
Painful in a horrid way.
You have brought me to this.
No use for a name,
Nor a gesture.
Black apple.
Rotten with refineries,
Sour as the
Vinegar of my words.
I am really bad at
Allowing you to die by
Yourself.
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