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Slipping, falling, dropping
From my grasp
The apple spills
Jeremy shouts to the customers
Heat everywhere
Getting misty
Getting hazy
Where are all the seats?
The floor collapses
The apple spills
Everywhere there are screams
People are dropping like flies
What is happening?
The ground is covered in apples
From the sky
They keep on falling
Never has this happened before
Why is it happening?
Apples fucking apples.
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