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These are the forests of my heart
Sweet treacle, like the tart.
Where monsters dwell
Under the swell.
Lured in by
dancing, fairground colours
that hide what’s really there.
Cover my eyes and you can’t see me
Cover your eyes and I can’t see you.
Hiding under this tree.
From other monsters,
that don’t know me
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