Wrapped with a sticky tape
I sit in someone's coffee mug
I'm clammy
My hair are clammy
Wait for your turn
For your bloody Light
Bite through all the wires
Learn the words
Wait
When there's no way to turn back
There are only digested sandwiches
Burnt skin
Light
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Cookies. I'm not going to use my glasses. Well, the snow is gone. Exactly as my drawing talent. So I'll keep on building a wall that is high enough.
(what a pity it's not mine...)
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