I am an intruder
I am to blame
I am the burnt toast you take to bed
You try to chew my shame,
But your lips can't contain
So, my seed you spread
This is our symbiotic shame, we are one at its suggestion,
Our march is the same as sun's daily progression
It nourishes the soil we daily pass
And by night we toil in its diffusing gas
When we serve each other with coffee,
You needn't ask
For I am an intruder
I am to blame
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