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 Jul 2012 Katie Lindsey
Wuji
Head hurts,
I don't know her.
Water never flows,
Behind curtains,
Just rocks.
My chair rocks,
Back and forth,
Left and right.
Why am I never right,
And always left behind?
The trees,
The trees,
The trees will not sneeze,
But bless everyone.
For paper will be printed,
Burned and defiled,
Can't be trained,
To be wild.
My head hurts,
But why ask questions?
Dieing and breathing aren't choices,
Can't drown yourself without,
The help of a rock.
The movies play on,
While I am stuck in the ground.
A zombie with one brain in mind,
Will get it sometime.
My head hurts...
Ouch.

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