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Fence


My puzzle

It doesn't make any sense

My dark pieces don't fit with my light pieces 

I can't piece together my fence

 

Our creator dropped us off 

Same train

But when he turned

Things weren’t the same

 

We have divided

Two different lanes

It’s either or 

But it all seem so lame

 

My puzzle 

It doesn't make any sense

My dark pieces don't fit with my light pieces 

I can't piece together my fence

 

Sometimes it do 

but it ain't the same if we have to watch our mouths because that word really means something

Sometimes it do 

but it ain't the same if we get judged because we are interested in the same thing

 

We fight over the dumbest things

We fight over ignorant things

The light one

I think

The dark one

I think

 

My puzzle 

It doesn't make any sense

My dark pieces don't fit with my light pieces 

I can't piece together my fence

 

The other always envious of the other

The other is always poking the other

The other tries to fight

The other tries to fight

 

My puzzle 

It doesn't make any sense

My dark pieces don't fit with my light pieces 

I can't piece together my fence

 

Who is prettier

Who is smarter

Who is greater

Who is taller

I say both and that’s why

I can't piece together my fence

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