Really wierd poetry.
the mothers, the fathers, they watch their daughters.
as they run in from the trees like monsters
become yourself, welcome a home.
The interigation room is cozy.
1,2,3, we'll fall like leaves,
from the monster that loves.
we miss the branches, we pass by like the present.
as they run in from the trees like monsters
become yourself, welcome a home.
The interigation room is cozy.
1,2,3, we'll fall like leaves,
from the monster that loves.
we miss the branches, we pass by like the present.
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did you write that?
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