Applebite

[ H.]ave you ever been weeks away from a taste?
Loads of times you pass right next to; Indeed, the simple facade gathers all the past visions, Tastes, odours, sounds, feelings, and any other sensing experience to Assemble a complete portrait of what it should be like to grab and take a bite.
If truth be told, the mental projection may be stronger than willpower, and even the conception of reality itself.
Lips of you are touched by reality, and the taste, the sound, the Odour that were constructed as a Veracious structural portrait, turns Entirely into wrecks of ivory debris and marble thorns.
Yield the will into shreds, Obviate the eyes to fall and roll, Until the tongue fails and aches for the rotting desire to take another applebite.
With the muting of my now traversed and Hollowed meat of tongue, came the forced preclusion from an Obfuscated number of pleas and nibbles, drove the pierce into new Levels of a wickedly Exerted fashion.
WITH ALL YOUR MISTAKES, ALL YOUR IMPERFECTIONS, ALL YOUR FAILS AND ALL YOUR CHOICES. [Caps]
got to grip the pain,
and thrust it off the shore.