Where Is My Sugar
As if I am groping in darkness to find my sugar.
As if she is my food and I am dying of hunger.
As if mile after mile I am walking on foot.
As if I am a goon who want a mind to loot.
As if my mind is a burden upon my shoulder.
As if I am a coward who need to be bolder.
As if I am a garden and she is my fence.
As if my life is worthless without her presence.
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