You've been feeding my brain
glass apples,
but seem totally unaware
that the passion in me
is now breaking free,
expectant, and
fully prepared.
You are surely naive
and cannot deceive
when I tell you
what you are about.
Retreat is your game
and I'll add to your shame....
the apples are all broken now.
Waf
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