I know a thing called Winow, but it does not know me.
Yet somehow it has caught me, and will not let me free.
Winow likes to play with me, trapped beneath his paw.
At least i think it is a he, from his actions that i saw.
But it is hard to say, for he is no beast iv'e seen,
his claws are sharp, his ears are large, and his eyes are emerald green.
In comparison to Winow, i feel i know much more, yet his brilliance more simplistic,
has baffled me before.
Now once Winow is done, and i hold no more appeal,
ill crawl into my corner so that my wounds can heal.
For he knows not how he hurts me, or the pain he makes me feel.
Dont really have an interpretation for this, usually i do, but i dont.
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