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Juices Flown
Juices flown
The bloody poison apple
Bookworm burrows through
All the apple meat
Trees bleed sap
A poisoned wound
Open to the open air
Like a rust-red apple
That has rusted away
That has bled away
Every drop of life
That ever seemed to ever be
Juices flown
Trees bleed apples
To the grass floor
To poison us
And drug our deaths.
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