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the apple grows through the branch of the tree,
taking it and biting putting it in me,
swallowing down in parts quick,
not eating the middle with the stick,
letting my mind go with seeing rainbows,
all senses fade as my pain goes,
in a moment so clear,
i see a mushroom growing near,
it grew to merge with the plant,
to believe it i cant,
poisoned by the apple i now see all,
everything in life as i fall.