The Giving

I invite you to pick my brain

Indulge in the fruits of my labors
As food for thought

For the time is ripe
And I am ready for my stories be plucked

Before they rot
As much as I have

Because my hope is that you can find some flavor
In the parts of me
I try to lose.

Knowing full well the apple never falls far,

But I can promise they’re so much sweeter from the source

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