fairytale

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meet a house colored blue
how fearful it is it's truly true
the walls are soaked with words
lullabies are sung by passerine birds

out the door there are trees
as tall as the sky is, it seems
raindrops and dew hide
below the branches, ocean's tide

as you go a little south
sunny cave routh of youth
welcomes in any kind
just don't wander too far behind

if you reach in too deep
you'll find it asleep
in a little chest, it rests
hides inside from vile pests

as you peek between the wood
don't let yourself intrude
it will pulsate and bleed
no matter how much you plead

this little critter in a crate
is sewing up all the fate
there's no escape to it's weeps
through the cracks out it seeps

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