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Published: 2006-02-17 23:09:29 +0000 UTC; Views: 153; Favourites: 2; Downloads: 2
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Or I forged a second eye,To you my trustworthy one;
Meet me at the dawn of dusk,
Meet me half way past a clock
How strange it is to listen to you ,
Speaking to me like a news round;
I'm thinking of a new born child,
I'm thinking of a circus cloud
So now we're way past our time,
We're watching laser beams fly;
We're watching coffee machines,
Grind coffee then slowly die
Who's carrying your troubles?
In a lean bag I'd say;
It's not hard to smell nice,
If your bag is floating away
No one can tell you where to hide,
No one can tell you how to sigh;
But I wonder if I'm still animal,
If I can't stop asking why
