but not
golden apples,
or fresh strawberries,
ripe
bananas,
green grapes catching
sunlight.
no,
she like the rotted fruit,
the brown spot
found,
the flies
buzzing over
blackened peaches.
oranges gone
rancid, berries
gone sour.
i couldn't help but fall
in love,
with someone like that.
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