The Bears are out to go and play
The Bears like to visit every other day
The Bears are soft and fuzzy but cold
The Bears can make themselves contort and fold
The Bears are big and skinny and tall
The Bears aren't even here at all
The Bears were born from my mind and sight
The Bears can help but also can fright
The Bears don't love anyone except me
The Bears yet plug their ears when I shriek
The Bears are confusing but at the same time perfectly clear
The Bears will help me end my life here
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Mind Heart Soul
PoesíaWhat goes on in my mind. What I feel in my heart. What I experience with my soul.
