Oh darling,
Can't you see,
I'm here for you,
I'll show your lost little mind,
How to survive,
Can't you see,
My darling bear,
How I'm stabbing you in the back,
But your so blind,
By my colors,
My wings,
My eyes,
You are blinded by my beauty,
and you are oblivious,
chantaje.
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Spirit of the Owl
PoetrySome people follow their own paths, and some others need some help. But what really is the goal we all want?
