.My wing tips waltz across naive wood floors.
They creak innocently down the stairs.
Drag melody.
My percussive feet serve cobweb headaches.
As a matching set of marching clocks.
The slumbering apparitions,
That they've come to wake up.
Here I am, composing a bur.
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