I join my hands
I see the bruises
It doesn't bother me
It hurts, It's fine daddy
I don't remember what happened...
My nails are dirty
My flesh is rotten
My head is inside
A putrid water tank
And I taste it
It's bitter and salty...
Though my tongue isn't afraid
I've never tasted pure water
I don't know anyone that has
They all think their garden
Has little and cute flowers
Only yellow dry grass
Sometimes just dirt
Others nothing...
I join my hands
Hold my breath...
And I hope for another day...
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