The petals of the flower have
crinkled.
The crest of the apple has
slanted,
Its peduncle having relaxed.
There’re cuts littered on
fleshy stem.
The burrow was bored to bring
a stream
of sap.
The cortex was torn, latex
oozing.
Not that a tree is in
destruction
but that a virgin is in
consummation.
25.05.2001
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