.I can pretend that the world is mine.
Like a child crying over a his scrapped knee.
And thinking that sharing the sun is a waste of time.
I can pretend that the world is mine.
Buring houses from piles of leaves and setting fire to the tops of trees.
Little red-handed theives.
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