For that matter, I don't understand you more than
horseshoemeatonastick.
I don't understand why you expose and hide.
Why you kill and revive.
Why you cry and laugh,
and why you whisper and scream.
You dance everyday only to fall,
and cut your roots away.
You tug on flowers until the wilt and then
come back when they are alive again
I don't understand you more than horseshoemeatonastick.
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Sysy, I ADORE this!! It's so different from your usual stuff, and its great! Must admit, it sorta inspired the poem I posted just after it...
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