you were in a cold seat,
I was 104 degrees at the ready. Kept in cages
I told you what I was afraid of.
Kept me safe
but unclear.
I told you I regretted and admired
that I made you so special,
I was lost in my fever, I was
unafraid.
But I wasn't made special, I had a fever.
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My little ponie ran away and
bumble bees strike fear in
the 5 year-old and the 17 year-old.
Incredibly infiltrate our hearts and yes while
Packers, Broncos, and Cowboys
fans scream with pride.
Broken hearts are healed with
candy and tears washed away
with laughter.
Glass bulbs illuminated
the patio, covered in
rusting steel furniture.
Music danced between
those waiting in line for
the milk can, that dairy
hipster heaven we all
love so much.
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