If unicorns are pink and pixies have blonde hair,
what's the colour of the skirt they wear?
If we are pearls and tissue paper love,
what's that yucky-love stuff made of?
Are things real because we believe,
or are they there because we don't not?
Pink frames and glitter,
golden roses that shimmer.
How long til you disappear?
Floor boards that creak,
smiles forced and weak.
Two seconds to my turn
and cold empty seats
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