Beware

My little flower run away

Even if I long for you to stay

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My thoughts are evil and will not bode well

I do not want you to buy what I sell

I will give you till three to run

Then my trigger will go off on the gun

Please my dear do not stay in my sight

Take heed and give a chance to the flight

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About kwicksand

Sinking in the quicksand of my thoughts. ~David Bowie
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