Kind Thoughts! Kind Thoughts!
Kind thoughts! Kind thoughts!
The bubbling of pleasant reminisces
and fingers pointing to oneself,
as if I was all that mattered.
Watching the wet grass with warming
compliments to myself,
there are thoughts pricking the soil
and convulsing to the tress, clouds
and heaven cries for the thorn grows
as if it was all that mattered.
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