the white tiger palace full of white tigerrs
the dark underground zoo portion has the librarian from your childhood
encased in glass and reading aloud with the lights on herr
she says every girl has a story it is about
slowly getting crushed
we escaped on bear-back through the arctic sea where the
whales are impossibly large, dorsal daggerrs
back in the shire it is time to run a race, you used to
win all the races but maybe not because you were
faster just because you were betterr at winning,
in any case today the feet won't fly and the skinny golden ones
make laps around the heavy bruise of you
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