I can be tart,
like a lemon—
an acquired taste.
I can be cold like ice,
or sharp like glass.
I can be bright like the sun,
or dark like a storm.
I am all of these,
but never at the same time.
Dec 27, 2024
Dec 27, 2024 at 12:10 PM UTC
I can be tart,
like a lemon—
an acquired taste.
I can be cold like ice,
or sharp like glass.
I can be bright like the sun,
or dark like a storm.
I am all of these,
but never at the same time.
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