Seeing you swells my tongue to a whole candy apple. I want to bite, but I’m afraid to be Snow White or Eve; I prefer to be muted like Ariel, so please do push my face underwater. What is sweeter?

The water becomes salt when I bite down; it becomes red, and so the candy apple is all around me. You’d have never thought a candy apple would have a pit, and yet I have always been a pit to the peach, as a human being. And so the biter is bit. And so the biter can only sigh and hide.

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