While I slept..
Such sound of silence and smells of homelessness
I wonder where they will run down
Is it a lot of money I find
in a pivoting head
of wonder.
I wonder where they will run down
Is it a lot of money I find
in a pivoting head
of wonder.
The branch was sagging..
Then just about snapped
And the pipe was lost
She was lost again
As if in search of
magic shoes in the
dirt
and there are foot
prints
inside her heart
and
Dripping mud
from the juice
she dumped.
And the pipe was lost
She was lost again
As if in search of
magic shoes in the
dirt
and there are foot
prints
inside her heart
and
Dripping mud
from the juice
she dumped.
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