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I feel like fluffy bunny slippers
Soft and warm
Placing weapons around the house
It smells too much like cigarette smoke
Pizza and Coke
For breakfast first thing this morning
I awake and wonder which way is up?
Immobile and stuck
Like chicken in an enchilada
With cheese
I feel like wind through the trees
Fast and free
Changing speed with the weather depending
I feel like a cat after a mouse
In a maze
And amazed by the ways that don’t end in dead ends
When impending
My arms are extending outward for you
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