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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