Fruit of the Future
I have to cut you loose
from the friendship tree.
That is, your mind is too heavy
for my thinning branches.
My circle continues to shrink
It's tiresome swatting lies.
Those poisonous flies of life.
Beneath my dying branches
the dying fruit of life.
Bring on the blooms of the future...
I'm so desperate for a fresh bite.
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