Snowy heart, minds apart.
Edit the fragment,
unglue the segment.
Augmentation of the stations through the nation.
The black smoke invades your sweet eyes so sore,
its venomous smell's mass-killing dinosaurs.
We are all velociraptors.
Not adapters.
It's snowing cats and dogs, again.
Mice are endangered.
Sometimes things look like they're speaking to you.
"I'd rather cut your fingers off
than have you crawling on my lawn.
Just try to..."
Fragments unglued,
floating on their own.
In case of evacuation, use the balloon.
Land on the moon.
Pick up the pieces
by letting them fly by.
Nature-shaped monsters stick to our brains.
They wake up inside our dreams,
crawl out from mouth and ears
and pretend to be our fears.
It's just the Freud enterprise.
Be wise.
Recognize the truth.
You've seen its profile,
it's been a while
crocodile.
Light does amazing things.
It really needs you to be steady,
shapes your world if you're ready.
What if there was a copyright
on every ray of light?
Argh.
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