Pitted
I can be Decent or Condescending candy, Recent, or more Depending on how steep I'm all for Descending further than deep A descendant has ended in history, A crescent is an unseen full moon, Earth shadowed in mystery, Like teeth chipped to bits upon biting the pit of a prune.
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