Today is the funeral of an otherwise bright and sunny day.
Oopsey Daisy.
Sneaky Dickey.
I love you so much i can hardly breathe.
And yet i have to watch while rationality takes you away.
I feel your fluttering wings on my imaginary palm.
Your struggle to break free from the confines of my cocoon.
Confusion and frustration marks your journey,
Anger and bitterness when you're lost.
Hungry for that familiar touch- me.
Oopsey Daisy.
Sneaky Dickey.
Who's gonna sing that tune to me?
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