Friday, September 28, 2012
Wormhole
bittersweet nectar from fruit picked too early.
bit more age would have made a taste divine
instead of waiting for the ground to catch you
i stretched out on limb to make you mine
held you in my hand but for a moment
before your lesson abruptly taught me
an apple a day keeps the doctor away
and foolish are boys who climb in trees
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