we fit in
so we party
time is the
fish hook open eye
margarita, metaphored
me into this
bliss pain bliss pain
life death
thing
we must fit in
we must
bleeding is wound's
kids
keeping open what
injury there
what can we do?
well what can we really do?
live, fit, just keep on
fitting in
like our portrait on the wall
dead alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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