Core

Thin and pure, my apple core
Firm and fine and frugal
With raven gems
Unwavering stem
Yet victim to the futile

Loneliness can leave you lean
A bitter heart which needs for naught
But what you want shant be forgot
With joyous core never clean

Bind your friends in ruby robes
Communal carapace
Building out the sweetest flesh
With which you may protect
Your deepest root will not be lost
Within this dulcet cabinet

And as the age leaves just the core
Yourself, you’ll never forget
Your onxy seeds will greet the floor
Where you will blossom evermore

-Galwyn

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