Feeding time.

 

Deep in there

Itís a velvet furry thing

We knew, know

They drew fences , so many.

 

A Tamagochi beast

Wouldíve died, now oíthen

But we nourished it

Secretly.

Still and there was

A No Feeding sign.

 

 

A narrow forecast

With ifs and mights

Feeds on belief

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