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One squirrel, a world away, touches my heart and mind, enlightens and holds me dear across the land...but is it all a dreamscape, a dillusion held onto made fair and fond by distance and abstract wishes?
One squirrel prances about and demands my eyes, promises me secrets with her lying eyes. This one tempts and lusts for what she doesn't understand, somehow I feel we've played this dance before, although now a different silloutte.
One squirrel had and gone, never letting go was always my strong suit but nothing ever works the way I promise and my heart is still a whore with things won so easily...
Many more I will not discuss, so many things to fuck up, how will I choose my hunting grounds this season...and can I avoid becoming prey?
Ponder this...If I was meant to be happy, then why is it my mistakes and misery teach and inspire everyone I love so much?
One squirrel prances about and demands my eyes, promises me secrets with her lying eyes. This one tempts and lusts for what she doesn't understand, somehow I feel we've played this dance before, although now a different silloutte.
One squirrel had and gone, never letting go was always my strong suit but nothing ever works the way I promise and my heart is still a whore with things won so easily...
Many more I will not discuss, so many things to fuck up, how will I choose my hunting grounds this season...and can I avoid becoming prey?
Ponder this...If I was meant to be happy, then why is it my mistakes and misery teach and inspire everyone I love so much?