Pudding, puddles, sponges and cake
Frosting, boils, and milk shakes
Puffy clouds, that are light and airy
My brain sometimes feels like all things dairy
My thought are quick, my stares are deep
Catching myself when people look back at me
I promise I'm not creepy, I promise I'm not rude
It's just that sometimes my brain is the one that's misunderstood
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