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Pretty Fruit
Even the prettiest of fruits go bad
They rot to the core
Parasites will cling to your beauty
They cause you to bruise and degrade
The parasite will move on to the next pretty thing
They leave it forgotten
You will never be the same
Yet you want the parasite to come back
It’s like a drug
Save your breath
It’s done with you
Everything is done with you
And it’s no one’s fault but yours