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We watch so carefully.
The chickens lay thier eggs.
We watch so carefully
behind a set of brand new legs.
The meat orchids eat whats not spoiled.
The trees speak in a strange tongue to me
"You should have been boiled".
I don't have enough space to crawl.
My feet have no room to fall.
I guess the nest is too small.
I want my ghost to escape through you.
My first real fake heartbeat.
My lips tasting the real fake oxygen.
My ghost will escape through you.
- Title: Miss. Carey
- Artist: Awean
- Description: It's a boring summer...so here
- Date: 07/07/2009
- Tags: miss carey
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- spellbound_fallen_angel - 07/09/2009
- a little strange, but expressive...
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