An apple overthrow.
Overthrow me if you will.
You who has assumed apple of my eye status.
Astonish me- fire me.
New jobs await without you angel.
An eye glistens as the ear listens to the tone of your...
The eye watches the muse, jealous tickled by rage.
Where am I at for my age?
tempting bodies limber- smiles and dimples
that invite like the apple shines.
The apple flavoured dream wouldn´t see you and me
realize my hunger for the tasty...
Wrapped in the silk of subtle fantasies.
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