So long. 26th spring slashed with a whip.
Somebody's yearning, praying to a neon rubber pony:
Your hair's so beautiful, unlike mine,
your given shape is not covered with stains.
Withdrawn and peaky, and behind time.
Fierce pose come save me I am lost!
Wallow wallow wallow wallow wallow wallow wallow!
Oh how i long for no more seasons. I want to be stuck.
Oh my god i think i can see my heart light!