Not Buried

Not Buried

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He looked at me with love in his eyes and said he loved 'Apples'.

I instantaneously fell for his lovely smile and blushed bright red.

One day he caressed me, took a bite and as soon as he got the taste of me, he yearned for more.

It hurt but I surrendered to his torture, for I loved him.

After he was done, he crushed the seeds in the ground and vanished in thin air.

I cried, but grew through the dark, because I remembered,

I wasn't buried, I was been planted.

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