when for the first time
i summon all instincts to save
what is fragile from you
i forgive myself from taking
all the hassle, but if you do
it one more time i may
oblige again since i do not
like the shattering sound of
what is important and broken,
but i may soon give up and
make myself numb from all these
surprising fragility, i may
soon surrender and leave things
falling and breaking and
messy for like a monkey legendary
as it is, i also have hands to
cover my nose, my ears and my
eyes, and for such a feat, i have
also learned to sleep well despite
all the explosions going on around
me. Give me more time. I am a fast
and furious learner too.
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