it was a bloody night,
i was sewing the hands and legs,
making bunnies without blood and meat.
without heartbeat,
without identity,
a bunch of motherless bunnies.
the only thing i do is,
putting soul into them.
they will speak somehow,
they enjoying indie music because they born within boring indie music.
they understand love somehow,
they are pure and white.
they are annoyed by some problems somehow,
just like me.
just like us.
my little annoyed white bunny,
welcome to the bloody world.
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