My sweet fruit,
You once were so kind.
Your very essence was
Heaven aligned.
Your taste tickled my buds
And pleased my lips.
Your texture treated my tongue
Until your juice wouldn't drip.
Now you look with vengeance.
I hate your being.
Your gustation turned sour.
From you, I am fleeing.
Away from my family,
You tore me with malice.
I wish that I could believe
You maybe won't fail us.
But I know the truth,
I know your evil.
You poisoned my body,
And caused an upheaval.
I'll stay away from you,
If you let me be
I'd rather be healthy,
Than totally free.
I miss you, sweet fruit.
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