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Hi
Scars will heal soon
The dregs in us spent the Earth
Down

Better than drowning in a burlap sack
I live as Alice I die.

Children shouldn't play with dead things
Foaming crows
Tear at their
Wings
Sad eyes cry crimson blood

Drop it its dead
Wheels won't turn they
Won’t turn the birdy's head
Sad eyes sad eyes like sharpened daggers
You’ll
Never walk only stagger
Sad eyes quite cryptic
Bye

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