| Penguins Back to happy poetry, No more dismal verse, Simple, cute, romantic, But emotionless. It's worse. Back to happy poetry, Not feeling anything now, I just can't deal With pain And always feeling down. Back to happy poetry, Leave this shit behind. I'm over everything Now, Love reduced to rinds. Back to happy poetry, No more hope or want or lust Kittens, puppies, babies, Penguins, Stick to those you trust. |
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