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Don't you leave now, I'm impatient, Not a patient in this ward. Where's my mother? I feel smothered, "Not another word from you." Undeveloped, I'm enveloped, Folded in a hazel haze. A prism prison Built precision, Predicated without trust. My orphan organs Will demand Vital signs, And vitamins. Leer from your chest, Scream with my eye, "Let me in." "Let me in." "Let me in."
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Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 2:18 PM UTC
Frances The Wet Nurse
Don't you leave now, I'm impatient, Not a patient in this ward. Where's my mother? I feel smothered, "Not another word from you." Undeveloped, I'm enveloped, Folded in a hazel haze. A prism prison Built precision, Predicated without trust. My orphan organs Will demand Vital signs, And vitamins. Leer from your chest, Scream with my eye, "Let me in." "Let me in." "Let me in."
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Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 2:18 PM UTC
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