It tasted like laughter.
It tasted like sorrow.
How can one thing be both happy, and sad?
It sounded like glass.
It sounded like afternoon tea.
How can one thing be both comforting, and destructive?
It tasted like laughter?

It tasted like laughter.
It tasted like sorrow.
How can one thing be both happy, and sad?
It sounded like glass.
It sounded like afternoon tea.
How can one thing be both comforting, and destructive?
It tasted like laughter?
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Great poem about conflicting natures. The two sides of the same coin.
Exactly, thank you for your comment, makes my day!