walk me down to the orchard,
and slit my throat.
we don't sow apple seeds in hopes of getting oranges,
we don't expect oranges to grow on apple trees,
separate endeavors, separate motives, separate wrongs and rights.
walk me down to the apple trees and lie about the existence of oranges in there,
then, feel free to snap my neck,
step on my glasses,
pull my hair,
I'd rather be fertilizer than foolish.
these are separate fruits that need separate watering and separate dirt to grow on,
there is very little common ground,
I'm not telling you to separate the two completely,
they can live in co-existence in the orchard,
where I'm not beaten to death for asking you to raise them on different dirt.
walk me down to the orchard,
and we'll grow,
separately, but together.
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