Apple

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When apple fell from the tree,
she was bruised and battered,
but finally free.

Holes of decay,
she was rancid to the core
but here, she was safe from tree-
alone on the orchard floor.

Though her fate was food for the worms,
she smiled as she rotted
on her own terms

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