On the East Coast
Silent just like a ghost
I was disturbed and lost.
I must be unwanted here.
And you were alone
In this city of stone,
Cold and unknown.
You must be feeling fear.
Zealous Soul Eaters,
Strangling creepers
And millions fake weepers
They deceive and advise.
I'm tired, I'm grumpy.
I wish you could stop me,
I'm still pure and cuddly.
It's just that these are crisis times.
February 14th, 2025
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On the East Coast...
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