Whatever made you think,
that you would be kissed in the right places,
... every single time?
Why did you think that life was as expected?
It was as if you had never been here,
at any time before...
Whatever made you think it would get easier somehow?
Did you miss the first part altogether?
... or are you getting dumber by the day?
Whatever made you who you are,
is exactly what it took,
to be kissed in the right places,
at exactly the right time,
that kiss was needed.
To say it works,
is to assume that life works well,
and most of us know better.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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