i know you're sulking
in your private corner
mapping all possibilities
as pain poke your chest
cheers, not all words rosy
like stones on river beds
i know when you feel discomfort
looking at my gathered woods
yes! why would i pick them all
should i select beautiful ones
i don't know, for me they're all
pretty and i give it all free
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