i've created a moat
out of my tearsso no more harm can be done
and, honey, you can try
to swim in itbut i must warn you
the current is too strong.
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Poetrycome and listen to the whispers of lions and the cries of fawns.
keep out
i've created a moat
out of my tearsso no more harm can be done
and, honey, you can try
to swim in itbut i must warn you
the current is too strong.