The apple and orange checked into the hotel's penthouse suite
Where surely no one would dare to compare them
Their relationship, platonic at first, ended in maelstroms
Each claiming the other was riper
More prepared to be savored
By the gluttons below
Sweeter on the tongue
Tarter on the taste buds
Sleeker in the bag
Freer of pesticides
But they were carnivores anyway down there
Devouring their lunch
At the speed of fruit
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