I lay flat, face deep into a green grass the huge jacket I was wearing, covered my heard.The heat onto my ear's was my dirt.the screams from my flesh like a rotten smell, Pinned down by my lullaby of those hiss water from the pond and the roaring steel river dirt around like bubbles of boiling water, so these young girl will die one day her lips sticker together with glue by the glue she smokes
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