The first time a bunny died,
I never imagined how much it would hurt,
Until she began to haunt me,
Appearing in random memories and dreams,
Making sure I'd never let another bunny die.
Now everyone I love is a bunny,
And I suspect I am one too,
But I'm terrified that one day we'll all die,
And my world will be filled with the remains
Of innocent dead bunnies.
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Random Thoughts
PoetryThis is kind of just my brain and random thoughts I feel like sharing with someone in the middle of the night. Don't take any of it for more than it is because I'm always fine. Also, please don't judge the whole book by the first few poems. I promis...
