Fruit of Life

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I found the question to the answer
I’ve been repeating to myself
Lying next to an orange
In a white room
With rubber walls
And no ceiling
There was the orange
He looked at me
And screamed
“This is absurdity!”
as cranberry juice poured from the ceiling
making me bleed
from my eyes
heavy tears of blood streaming
down my face
and he kept on screaming
“Parker! This is Absurdity!”
I looked at him
The Blood now
Drying on my cheeks
Stunned, I whispered
“How do you know my name?”





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