I am old
sixty-three bating
in my young age
I enjoyed springs from both side
inside and outside
and reached to the core of love
if you ask me
how love looks like
and what's the taste
My answer...
love looks like sugarcane
and it's sweet
you crush it, squeeze it
lick it, suck it
cut it, break it
it's sweet
and it never creates diabetes.
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