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Apples in the Escape of Atmospheric Limbo


No longer in atmospheric limbo, I bite my apple with satisfaction, with resolve
Big white beautiful burgs yield with the confident pull of my teeth
The apple is good
I give it to myself and grin and chew and taste the taste of its ancient apple nectar  
It baptizes my mouth first and then my soul
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