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a sugary death

Biting at the apple,
Luscious, forbidden fruit,
Found at the water's edge,
Respite from the planned route.

Ripe to my nose, sweet tongue
Should savor the flavor;
Proud lips drip with easy juice,
the mess a favor.

Prize quickly devoured,
Skin and flesh now conquered
I gaze from core to sky,
The taste sweet but absurd.

The pond ripples as it sinks to solitary depths,
Quickly return to them
—Leave your sugary death!