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Martina.
Tina. Marty. Marts.
TiniTinyTina!
An iTram.
An 'IT' ram. (the jay chou of sheep)
celestial beings.
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Cracking and they splinter from brow to chin.
They cry in anguish. Give me ten fucking minutes.
Perhaps I will smile for you one more time.
In the doorway she hangs
Limp smile, eyes call out, empty and knowing.
Even back then - Laos, 1995
She looked cold and we hate her.
At home there is a dog
Shaggy golden fur and silky ears softer than velvet.
Here the walls are pink like the cut flowers in the blue vase.
They speak a hidden language.
Welcome.
This is where I lie down and dream.
They put a t-shirt on him and made him look gay.
Maybe we too are slowly dying.
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Martina.
Tina. Marty. Marts.
TiniTinyTina!
An iTram.
An 'IT' ram. (the jay chou of sheep)
celestial beings.
1:38 AM, Wednesday, November 14, 2007
They smile at her with warped facesCracking and they splinter from brow to chin.
They cry in anguish. Give me ten fucking minutes.
Perhaps I will smile for you one more time.
In the doorway she hangs
Limp smile, eyes call out, empty and knowing.
Even back then - Laos, 1995
She looked cold and we hate her.
At home there is a dog
Shaggy golden fur and silky ears softer than velvet.
Here the walls are pink like the cut flowers in the blue vase.
They speak a hidden language.
Welcome.
This is where I lie down and dream.
They put a t-shirt on him and made him look gay.
Maybe we too are slowly dying.
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