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In the evening I went out,I stand in the balconyand see a swinging taleMoving repetitivelyI see an innocent face,Those poor eyes Speaking somethingWhile he kept my gazeThat tale didn't stop
Ever held a dead, lifeless body in your arms?
For all of my lifeI have been told,"follow the crowd"and "fit the mold".But I am unique,you see.
What have I done? Why do you beat me? Why won't you answer me when I cry throughout the night? These questions are running through their heads What wrong have they done? They just want your love
Why is it that we assume that only humans are destined for greatness, That only we are allowed to live freely and love freely
I told him, many times many times To remind me when The earth begins to jolt- Yet he smiles (pant, pant) Red tongue with slobber