Is inherently adult
Yet’s called immature.
If you are sticky
And I am sweet, then we both
Will just end up sick.
Sight and Mind
We dream in color,
Yet after we are awake
We see black and white.
My arm is gone, and
Though the pain is now long past
My fingers still ache.
Should not force us to a state
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