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Your apples were as savory as sunlight
I can’t remember the last time they seemed so sweet
The last time they were as red as roses
The last time they smelt so great
I fear there is nothing left here anymore
I can't remember how long I've been here
Or when the maggots came
I can’t remember when the taste had changed
From sweet to sour
When the rose color began to rot
When these sores appeared
I fear there is nothing left of me here
Only the husk of my body
The salt from my tears
And the maggots I've eaten
Trying to remember the taste
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Write After: National Poetry Month with One Poem Only
Write After is a way to encourage poets to listen and write, and use National Poetry Month to highlight how listening to poetry makes us better poets. I know I write the best when I’m surrounded by beautiful poetry–it’s part of the reason I created this podcast, and I want to encourage others to share this practice. We'll get started in April. You can share to #WriteAfterOPO.
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