You learn to cherish the short bursts of light...
They lay down softly on your skin
In the thinnest coat of innocence.
My ambivalence is my guilt,
Quilted to keep me warm with maturity.
Past the point of being absurd,
Past the point of keeping your word,
I've learned everything this way.
It's the normalcy you love to hate
Where the brightest colors fade away.
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