December 3, 2011
I’m scared of the sun

it shines too bright.

I’m scared of the human

that walks by every night.

I am scared of the big fat man dressed in red

that gets stuck in the chimney at 10 p.m.

I am scared of pink, purple, and blue.

They are to happy of colors to bloom.

I am scared of everything you see,

even myself, even me.

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