Sometimes there is a reason why
Fluff rises to the top
Thorns and thick brush on paths
Can be a bit too much
To endure to secure
A clearing that provides
Undeniable understanding
That comes to strip one
From a fantasized past
And expected fluff
Entertains the senses
Rushed by an overflowing of reality
Pricking nerves seeking to be sedated
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