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| in san i a |
| unprofessional elephant can't carry me across the desert all the names in the world scattered in the sand but I wouldn't respect them ancient as they were and they locked me in a coat in a room in a building I sang in different voices of all the names in the sand I spoke in different songs as eyes multiplied to stare at me unprofessional ocean couldn't let me join I was turning into a whale but the eyes screamed "suicide!" I don't want to be here when the names are scattered in the sand unprofessional eraser does not delete these walls and while the eyes yell INSANE I cannot sing my songs for no one will understand- there is no such thing. |
| by mary and her bats |