The Furry Part
This is the furry part.
The we-don't-know-what's-next part.
The alchemy busted.
I'm hitting the Exits.
Not as fun as I imagined.
Imagine this world heavier than lead
While light as a feather,
A brother though a bother,
A mother and a smother,
A cry for life in the crescent of our being.
But here I am ahead of myself.
This is just the furry part.
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