Apples

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The eyes I see in them,

never one to leave them stood,

red as the burning sky above,

but why should I ever settle,

for less,

for more,

just right,

is what an apple is

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sorenbarrett March 30th, 2026 18:57
Love the shape of the poem that resembles an apple tree. Nicely done in great style

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