An Apple
An old man gives himself to you and becomes an apple
Your apple
This apple is the apple of your eye
Hidden in your pocket is the apple
Until it starts to rot
To rot and mold
To produce the stench of death it does
Your apple
You take your rotten burden everywhere with you
Young children wont be alone in a room with you
Family wont look you in the eye
You carry the apple until you begin to rot
Turning black and moldy
Until you give yourself to someone else
And become an apple
Their apple
An apple of their eye
A death to their existence
Their apple.
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