of horses wet
with melted ice
they would not heed
and burdened limbs
of its weight
my advice
a whispered fate
to break and rot please
to breach the hive
doctor, please around me
in a bloody sea
you can be my friend
and smoke the bees
you can be my life
you can be my dog
you can be my fog please
doctor, please
the witches will return to their sticky tree knots I will feel the sun
I will feel the sun
I will feel the sun coming down a horse's head
a tiger's heart
I wish I had
an apple bed.
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