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There is a tree in my garden

Whom I like the most

Each year it sprouts

The reddest of apples

Who taste like you

And each time I taste you

I delightfully descend

Into the memory

Of wanting you

And chasing you

And killing you

But I didn't want you

To go away.

So I plant an apple tree

Over your grave

And it sprouts

The reddest apples

Who remind me of you

When I bite the flesh