Plucked and Tasted Every day, so I don't flounder and drownI plant another daydream into the groundI stand back and wait for them to take rootEvery fantasy a delicate, sprouted shootThey climb until they become entwinedThese exquisite revelations growing inside my mindBut it isn't until the fruit is plucked and tastedI know my life wasn't needlessly wasted
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