your whispers don't sustain my interests anymore.......I hear too many snakes hiss and monkey growls. This world is full of noise from every pack of tender boys. Sheeeeyeah!
Pelicans are the night sabres, while peacocks guard the rattlers. I personally find the cobras to be the leaders of the crew, makin' strife wif the owls in the petty pantry. Should the forest awake and call yr bluff, i'd be intrigued to say the least. I'll deem you an emu, at best. The bird with a beak left to fight among the meek. A soldier among the feathers, a hell cat believer, an eyebrow tweezer.
We could make music with our wings, should you call off all the other things. Romanticism made it easy like that. Like 3 little batty bats. Foxes run through the reeds, and many other things, but you--you seem a little make believe. Too bad to be false, too focused on the cause. A blinder clause. A mystic pause.
Let's play a game. The one we've played before, like a funny television show. Lying in bed with an oversized shirt, like brothers and sisters on thursday's dirt, friendship's perk, i lurk at you. Don't make the trees be your sole relief. I scoff at make-believe when you keep so mystique.
Listen to my musik, like i do yrs, and we'll be even in this match of unequal masterpeices! Playful telekinesis, dangling strings of innocent sleeze.....
Don't tease!!!!!
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