yes, we dream of many things,
with lilacs and lilies fresh,
we pick them light and swathe ourselves,
and yet, we call them trash.

chocolate-dipped strawberries kiss the lips,
with gravel and razor knives,
share the joy and spread the cheer!
she likes the unholy strife.

yes, we dream of many things,
as we look for that dancing bear,
squirm with delight and laughter everlasting,
in our devil’s lair.

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a/n: quick one during class. i like the dancing bear.