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rotten fruit in the fruit bowl

once again, 
my heart feels like its rotting,
like an orange left in the fruit bowl.
moulding,
decomposing,
rotten.
infecting the perfectly good fruit in the bowl,
those i love are filled with grief,
anger,
how could you do this to yourself?
i've turned the other fruits mouldy,
so i'll remove the orange from the bowl. 
their mould disappears


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