Tangled, spilling fruit from tree tops/pears or apples/you decide/either one yellow but some red too/grab them hold them just for you/they have black spots/they have holes for worms who beat you to the punch...in the skin of the fruit/where could it be that perfect fruit/it’s a fruitless pursuit.
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