The children don't understand.
The sweets they pine for are not squeezed from the machine with stripes intact. No—they must be painted on, by hand, with so much care. It is almost unimaginable
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their ocean
of avenues
For I have come
to a conclusion—some
bastion
of sand
from which I witness
the other
strugglers
While they swim
forlornly for
their own
conclusions
I am drying my
skin
in the sun
of avenues
For I have come
to a conclusion—some
bastion
of sand
from which I witness
the other
strugglers
While they swim
forlornly for
their own
conclusions
I am drying my
skin
in the sun