When it clicks,
There is a sliding mechanism
That pushes those with sorrowed intentions along their gloomy and self
depricating way,
But it could be sweet,
The feeling of the wind,
Feeling of never being held to it,
Never having to solve anything.
It would be sad,
But sweet.
Like fudgy the whale,
Or my nigga cookiepuss...
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