I never thought things would have to change.
The enchanted wood, the secret garden
are now impossible havens of a tainted vision
which is forced to see the smog
in the sky of a luminous sunset.

Like the boy locked in the cellar
whose angry tears thickened to make jam,
We were invisible.
And the lullaby was just so secretly beautiful.

Then you were gone

And everything seemed so fucking hard
words became only necessary
crude love meant self-sacrifice
and I don’t why I was so afraid of dying?

People were only there to trick you in to believing
before they trampled you down

Talking Bears Just Tell Lies

Something to read to children to hide the world

And I?

Too tired to follow the twitter of robins.

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