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My Little Elves


I have some little elf friends

Who can twist and turn and bend,

Often they perch on my shoulder

Weighing down like a massive boulder

They become whatever people desire,

But always left there in the fire.

Looking back and forth, high and low,

Tell me what it is they know

Their fears rush through my head;

As I lose motivation to get out of bed;

But I never actually got to sleep

As their thoughts cut through me deep,

Deep, deep.



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