The boy is still a child
He cannot easily feast on the fruits of wisdom
The seasons passed him by
Left behind, he knelt down
Mischievous eyes bore into his back
Growing sharper all the time
There’s a sharp, shining knife in my back
But someone please hold me
A chokingly fragrant olive
The boy met a girl
“You poor thing”, she said as she held him
“I’ve finally found you” he said as he cried
I want to put all my feelings into words
But I’m panting so hard I can’t speak
There’s an apple wobbling deep in my throat
Reach in and scoop out all my feelings
There’s a sharp, shining knife in my back
But please hold me tight
I want to put all my feelings into words
But I’m panting so hard I can’t speak
There’s an apple wobbling deep in my throat
It’s panicking, unable to rot away
There’s a sharp, shining knife in my back
I’m covered in blood, please hold me
There’s an apple wobbling deep in my throat
An apple that will keep wobbling there until the day I am reborn
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