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Keeping a proud face in a stream pool (part 1)
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Keeping a proud face in a stream pool (part 1) |
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undead warhead Junior Member
since 2008-11-22
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No one has talked to me for years But it's even more castrated to live in the middle of a small village Even if every story about me woud be true It would be better if they stoned me instead of avoiding I have trained my ear to spot Everything that is whispered between the shelves in the store They evicted us to live In a mobile house If, like an animal feels its nest Im touching my son, when he loads The fireplace, strangely gracefully A bedwetter, who when asked by his parents "who will you choose?", he didn't choose me. That doesn't make me that what those who haven't talked to me in years, would want to believe: a rapist. He knows the roads for migration, doesn't talk about what he saves his money for. Not too quiet that he won't attract mice. He coughs. The presidents wedding is shown on tv. My son wipes a cleaning towel. Opening of the tenting season. Im not sure if Im a good parent, but he propably isn't suitable for living at all He bent down and his spine was clearly visible Should I pity him when the star shaped anti skid socks were shown He cleaned the table and saw a dropped coin Was a mice faster and took the coin, what the boy can't see anymore nor feel with his hand? When our house doesn't have a stone foundation There has to be empty space in the door region Like an solid residence Should have clean steps So they know someone lives here I told my boy to put on his shoes When he was in his anti skid socks And for a moment even bare feeted I painted a face on the wall Lied to my heir About theory of the shroud of Turin Maybe at that point Your mother took the pill And silently the fire was blazing in the hearth |
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