Spun of sugared fables
and salted truths,
I can easily fall prey to Anxiety\'s
penitent thoughts ...
Watching monochrome yesterday\'s,
and the million tomorrow\'s
that already haunt,
while waterfall eyes cascade.
Feeding Melancholy laughter
and smiles,
in hopeful avoidance of the cursed uncertainty
to be Apathy\'s pitiful child.
Becoming Happy\'s pretty \'lil liar
and living on stale breaths
of courage
\'til the taut corset of butterflies
finally
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