
Counting one two… – every good thing is three – so I’m the best.

Counting one two… – every good thing is three – so I’m the best.

That walkabout – choosing the filter bubble – missing reality.

Newly awakened bud – out of the protected heart – now exposed to our world.

Cheerleading berries – singing the last lines – in dessert of life.

Served from menu – tears of love and sad happiness – the food of life.

In squared box – captured by shades and lines – freedom for outsiders.
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