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Terminally Cute Bear
She does not know of the trail of death she leaves. Their eyes roll back, their mouth twitches its last smile as they die of melted hearts, clutching their chests in the heavenly feeling of having witnessed the terminally cute. Bearly humane bunny killer.
Let it run and stain my cheeks. My aching heart reminds me I am still alive and the solemn stares of strangers let me know I don't fit in. Bear emotion and raw feelings are what I am about.
Bear for bear's sake can not be called art. Unless that is his name. The nose, the button eyes, the pose... what am I looking at? What does it mean? May the eye of the beholder decide what is best beholden and judge bear by bear as bear is beared. Keep nothing back. If you wonder whether there is a point to it... well keep wondering, it gives you something to do.
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