Do you think a premise could persist
in a land where plot lines don't exist?
Does art mirror life
or does it mock it shaking a fist?
In the land of the unicorns,
any creature with two horns could be the king.
When I pricked my thumb on a thorn,
the land turned red as the blood started pouring
out my wings.
I had a secret meeting with a twig,
but the land shook and it got to big
to break or bend.
Now I feel I'm climbing up a tree
for a visit or a chance to see
my old friend.
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