Rotten fruit #poem

 

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mold on this blue fruit has grown quickly,
so this beautiful fruit was quickly spoiled,
because quickly on it the mold settled,
from the fruit its nutrients it removed,
like all decay she rotted everything,
but in its waste it also be ending,
by them it will be self-poisoning,
its growth will stop, its will be dying,
this blue fruit the Earth was called,
and its mold was then humanity,