Crime of Apples

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Pierce an apple with a knife
it will bleed tears, cold
as if welled from the deepest earth;
Sweet tears spiced in peppery
history of the apples that came before it,
with coppery salt of those who came before us.
This apple cries as I taste it, as all apples cry
when they pass their fragrant memories
into the mouths of men.

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