I tread quite,
facts hide, in
a one sided
conversation.
Sun, is so hot
plots always
ripen, I watch.
Riddles leap
hurdles, knees
bleed, as do
turtles, don't run.
Unauthorized
use of my mind,
those bushes be
heavily thorn ed.
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