We don't owe me anything
- said the egg...
We knew better and waited
until the egg sang as a bird
Hole in poor pants, why be so?
Stitch patch go sky blue
When heart cries yellow flower blue too
All tears gone when laughs erase
And stories take meanings to take on
Off go the worse fangs, so close to neck
To move was like waiting for ice to melt
In spring smiles open up the steps
Forget again lousy colds and here,
I see you too, so nice and heart-warmed
It makes brokenhearted stretch lost lives
Till the latest breath
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