A lime walked by the lake of deception.
"Bastard!!" it cried "Don't lie to me ever again, you bastard!"
The world frozed in an instant and preserved echoes in the air.
Tears of lime-flavour juice.
Fresh drops from the very heart of the green lime.
The lime dried, collapsed into a lime-flavour dot. L-I-M-E Lying. Imagining. Murmuring. Expecting. Cross the street came a skyblue lime saying something like day dreams it made two hours ago in the basket in the central park of a fabulous scene of the fall. Holding a crook made of apple tree growing on the hill inside that park forbidden by people with beautiful mind the lime drew near that hole buried wonderful souls.
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