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You are a knot in my hair
Fog in the air
A bruise on a pear

You breathe not oxygen 
But death 
'Why do you do it’ I say 
The reply ‘I enjoy taking lifes as I may’

Do It For Fun 

A hot day
Seems a mile away
As leaves swirl by
From way up high.

Like trees getting a haircut
Wind blows 
Causing the leaves to 
Strut 
Like they own the street 
Maybe they do