Stamping and Embossing

I have a plum in my garden

I pondered it everyday

I looked upon it every nite

One nite it ran away

I chased it down the alley

I tore this town apart

I mustn't loose my perfect plum

For it's my beating heart

I finally had it in my hands

I clenched it oh so tight

I opened up my chest to put it in

And here it gave a fight

We wrestled in that alley way

I slit it with my blade

To late to take back my mistake

My life began to fade.
Late at night I opened my fridge and grabbed a plum, I bit into it, something was not right. I spit it upon the floor, I turned on the lights and a bloody aorta lay on the floor.