When we came to the station all the trains were rusty. The doors were open and the windows broken in. There was grass in all the cracks and the air hung musty.
Anna, turns out the light. Sits down alone. The echo of his foot on the stair. Turning to stone. No, he didn't take very much. Just your flesh from the bone.
Said the apple to the orange:. "Oh I wanted you to come. Close to me and kiss me to the core. Then you might know me like no other orange. Has ever done before".