WILD APPLE

My wild apple my you have grown

From a hand unseen whose seed was sown

Through every tempest ruby remained your skin

With every other battered from the wind

No verdant fields of evergreen

Only hell awaits for me

Branched out high and shimmering

Nectar sweet and forbidden

Though in time you'll rot from within

And turn the ground with those who lived

No verdant fields of evergreen

Only hell awaits for me

So love is patient and love is kind

But never seems to find the time

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