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| Applesauce by � arhllm Dreaming of the first kiss Eve looked through the hole in the sky. Made applesauce for the trip down. Questions form on her lips she experiences the first kiss. Unconscious of sin Eve opens to the possibility of love. Submission asked in return. She runs for the bus stop searching for a better path. Freedom of choice contrived as vanity. Left in the ghetto to find her way home. Eve looks up at the world in the sky sighing she picks up her applesauce sticks out her thumb. A.R. H.2000 |