I know you think you are
All that shines
Warnings are precious
Zoo screams memories
Pendulum decays
What is new
These trippy days
Past the get away
Trains in yard
Killing is hard
Have you heard
Fearlessness is kind
The soft bunnies hop
Grass becomes greener
Clouds are stone gray
Spring is slow in arriving
I have not had my fill of cake
Drive me off the cliff
Fulfill my thoughts of rope
Dangling about my neck.
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