Long green grass,
Twisting around its finds.
Swaying in the wind,
It's daisies just like vines.
Just like a emerald sea,
Some things they can be sunk.
You'll never find that ball again,
Be careful next time punk.
A big fence hangs around,
Framing this murky green,
A sign of warning too outsiders.
'trespassers beware' whatever that means.
But no, you couldn't resist,
You climb right over the sign.
There you met your death,
Electric in those cable vines.
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Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.
I warned you once I warned you twice I warned you with My glares of ice. My troaty growl As you came near Clearly told you Don't come here.
#augustwriteaday Run, little one You jumped the gun Went too fast And never won Run, don't look back Take up the slack That lovely sunny blue Is turning pretty black Run, look what you've done Stage...
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