My life is like butter and
Cheese is melted if
you put it in my mouth at
the right temperature just like last
night when you said to me their
sign is not straight but their voices
are like angles but who cares once they cease
again who cares as long as the
decorations are like land
and will
become a forest to find
something to eat and a
bear with one final
breath of peace.
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