Squirrels run into my mind,
Shrieking with joys
Of companionship
They hit my pc, run over
The table full of trivial things
The world does not matter
For them
Then what does?
They don't tell me
When they are together
They go wild
Forgetting
the surrounding
Forgetting themselves
Forgetting about love too.
Squirrels don't love
They enjoy
Being with each other.
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