on the playground
we grow up.
we stop
being kids.
we grow
like fruits,
until ripe
and get plucked
and discarded,
if not sweet
enough.
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Sweet Enough
Poetrywe grow like fruits, until ripe and get plucked and discarded, if not sweet enough. *** a compilation of poems, thoughts and other reflections.