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Yes! Yes! I know! They don’t exist! They’re not real!

But does it hurt to step out of reality?

So what if I have plush toys of unicorns?

What if I have fantasies of me riding a unicorn?

What if I can dream it?

It does not make me less of a person.

I guess the only way to have them exist is just in my dreams and my afterlife.

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U N I converse over rice and nuggets

U N I complain over on repeat non stop

U N I control our realities now

U N I command our roving natures

U N I does not have to make any sense

It’s a reality that only

U N I know.

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unicorn oh unicorn where r u

im waiting for the day i find u

and find my pot of gold to save me from going broke

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i've always loved unicorns

these mystical horses

with horns attached to their heads

they symbolised being unique

the romanticization of isolation

it's lonely to be the lesson

the template from which others learn

your experiences a textbook

dissected over and over

it doesn't hurt as bad when there's glitter around you

which is what unicorns do

my favourite colour is pink

so it's odd that their colour isn't

unicorns are free

white the colour of snow

a fresh slate for me to project on

these creatures of white

that i longed to be

but unicorns are also rarely seen

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A Martyr is a Unicorn, and other ethics I own

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A Martyr is a Unicorn, and other ethics I own

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Innocence preserved in life.

What do they not understand?

That this sacred core cannot be stolen,

that it is only sustained because it is

I.

I am, therefore innocence prevails,

Renews like flesh stitches itself anew:

Different and yet fundamentally the same,

Nothing can corrode me, so long as I am alive,

Nothing can not be innocent so long as I live

Since he forgives and that is why

I

cannot die.

Not as anything but a martyr.

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I want to be a unicorn

They look like they know how to

Release their inhibitions through

Multi-coloured ethereal manes

Feel the rain on their skin

I bet they feel much less disdain

The magic exists in being mythical

But maybe

Just maybe

these mythical unicorns

want to be me

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I’ve had enough of them being associated with children only. Unicorns are for ALL people of ALL ages! It’s realistically a horse with a horn. They’re glorious, and they should be for everyone to love. If you saw a unicorn click clack clucking their hooves down the street, you would be in awe too!!! I’m sure unicorns are tired of being associated as childish things too. Maybe there should be a Unicorn Association to fight for unicorn rights to be taken seriously.

Thank you.

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Horned and haired and sugary-sweet,

But only if we imagine you as an edible treat.

Don’t some things just seem like they’re made of buttercream?

So do you, my darling, I think you were snapped off a dream.

There you sit underfoot in the forest of twigs,

And we fight like mad about whether you exist.

If we can be delusional about a 3-month situationship,

I’m sure we can believe in you, anytime, awake or in sleep!

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this segment has converted me to be a believer of unicorns.

I apologize for my previous ignorance

🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄

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Rainbow colours on your hair
White silky smooth skin
Sometimes you are quite a scare.

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Unicorns.

They’re not real, are they?

Horses with a magical horn?

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder we say.

How about innocence? Ignorance?

If I told you it was just a horse, you’d believe me if you didn’t know any better.

If I told you it was a unicorn, you’d believe me because you couldn’t really bother.

Unicorns don’t exist.

Neither do you.

Believe what you want.

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I have a unicorn onesie collecting dust in the back of my closet. Just wanted to share 😋

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the movies don’t show

when the magic wears off

the ticket expires

beauty no longer sold

a horse with a horn

still just a horse

the unicorn we believe in

is the magic of its being

the movies don’t show

when the magic wears off

the horn but a prop

to make up for what it is —

make up for what

it can be.

so when you tell your friends

tell them not what it is

but what it could have been

when it is no longer the magic

it is meant to hold

look away

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how close yet how far are we to unicorns? shimmering, pure white manes that flow down their backs so easily; you wonder if they're the equivalent to the obstacles that are thrown your way. the smooth, smooth tail; aren't they the same to what goodness prevails? the shining eyes, piercing through souls; probably the way people stare menacingly at you. and that horn, always that horn; maybe it represents how we all will succeed?

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the problem that I have is that no one is

real enough to shave down my hooves. I'm real to you for as long as I'm fun —

but something in you forgets that

this fantasy can be as real as you want —

so come shave my hooves,

and maybe

I'll hop into your world

and remind you of the playground

where your hand made the world move.

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Woe be to the unicorns. Wondrous creatures with miraculous powers. The power to heal all - a panacea that is its horn.

If unicorns do exist, will they be able heal the world that sorely needs healing? Or would they fail, wiped out from existence in man’s insatiable greed and hunger for its own self-destruction - taking the world along with it.

Maybe it’s better if unicorns don’t exist, or they themselves chose to not be, unable to do what they want, what they can - panacea to cure all and display the darkness that plagues the world.

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As a wise woman once said

Unicorns are “Unique Ones”.

As are all of us, but not to everyone.

Unicorns only come once in our lives, and only can be seen by the beholders eye.

You’re my unicorn, but I may not be yours. But I am one to somebody out there who can see my horns.

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There, a barren field brimming

with soil. Say there’s more rain

here. The soil talks to the dull sky.

If you look there, a horse is still,

its skin soaked like the soil. I never

knew a lack of colour could bring

life here. A strand of grass, growing.

The horse, now leaping into the sky

like the endless rainbow formed.

Say unicorns do exist. There, the rainbow,

stretching to the soil. The horse,

now a unicorn. Different from soil.

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skipping

skidaddling onto the road

it's too bad

i just didn't see all that snow

moose are the only ones supposed to die like this

let alone a unicorn

don't we have magic?

i don't have time to continue that thought

at least i'm lying in something soft

it cocoons me in its cold

won't allow me to decompose

i close my eyes

try to feel every part of my body

what a life this was

was it a life really?

to be a unicorn

that dies in the city

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Facades veils illusions false lies that youve told yourself
Shattered, torn, tragedy, darkness, a fall
Reach out, hope, step into redemption
Strive for peace
For you are a unique one, a unicorn
Symbol of rare hope and beauty
At the end of a storm is a rainbow

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i used to love unicorns cause of Lilly Singh (guess who LOL)

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i used to love unicorns cause of Lilly Singh (guess who LOL)

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at 21, i celebrate my birthday with a unicorn birthday cake, a symbol of being unique. a symbol of what was then "you". i make it my whole personality, change my Instagram handle to match, buy unicorn-splashed everything. after all, everyone wants to be known for their magic.

but the magic i carry dies in my horn, i learn that i've learnt that i am a thorn. i tell myself, people will never understand me, they will never see my true potential. i tell myself that only those who can behold my true form deserve my time

okay i don't have time daz all folks

don't forget to like, subscribe and share ✌🏽

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who would win, ruldoph the red-nosed reindeer or an unicorn

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who would win, ruldoph the red-nosed reindeer or an unicorn

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I only got as far as the title.. a thousand apologies 🙏

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to be born in a time

you and i sold corn

under a different night sky

why wouldn't i want to?

instead

you whet your appetite

for wheat-based bites

so here we are, a little blue.