Citrus Man

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I don't deserve to be the apple of your eye.

Worms have buried into my fruit 

the apples I produce are bruised, 

and soaked in pesticide.

You don't even like apples

You've always been a citrus man

Watching you peel another fruit

It makes me want to drop every apple 

knowing none will touch your tongue

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