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April 12 Entry. GloPoWriMo 2020 |
| Our lost little bunny-boy played with ev'ry broken toy and cried for his bloodied paws. This sad little bunny-boy longed to fill our world with joy yet couldn't reach distant shores. On top of that silver hill, clouds opened up to prepare this rainy bunny-boy. Blindly, he skittered until he saw what wasn't quite there. Our lost little bunny-boy. |