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A fiery apple, she quietly lures

Outside the town, nobody did notice

To her advantage, she uses a spell

This gypsy girl, mysterious poetess

Chanting rhymes and incantations

He falls for her, much to his chagrin

She knows exactly how to charm

But the fairy tale would never begin

Anger holds her tighter than love

He is doomed, in the aftermath

Never to see home, again, he is done

Easily bitten, by the apples of wrath



May Writing Prompts – The Apples of Wrath – Day 25/31

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