the discipline of an infant,
unable
to touch, or want,
or put something desirable
into my mouth.
but if i was in the garden
of eden
and the only rule was to not
take a bite of an apple,
i think i could handle
that.
i could say no, i'm good.
who needs an apple when
we have heaven right
here on earth.
pfffft, apples, who needs em?
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