I will not prance around
for you.
Wont be your pretty pony.
Cute on demand
was not my style.
I burn.
I bleed.
I believe in something
more than this havoc wasteland.
Fairies frolic on the ferris wheel,
lizards lapping up the…
I get so distracted.
I want to know
what this strange heaven
tastes like,
what the angels do
in their down time,
or if theres any meaning

to anything at all.

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