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jueves, 23 de julio de 2009
ME CREI TAN ESPECIAL , QUE INGENUA MI TORPESA.
When i'm feeling tired She pushes food through the door I crawl towards the cracks of light
Sometimes i can't find my way Newspapers spread around) Soaking all that they can A
cleaning is due again A good hosing down The lady whom i feel maternal love for Cannot look
me in the eyes But i see hers and they are blue And they cock and twist and masturbate I said
so Nirvana Black windows of paint I scratch with my nails I see others just like me Why do
they not try to escape? They bring out the older ones They point at my way They come with the
flashing lights And take my family away And very later i have learned to Accept some friends
of ridicule My whole existence is for your amusement And that is why i'm here with you!
Ow...to take you with me... Your right
