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Who are these creatures? Why do they burn so red? I fear their nature. They hunt me I hide Under wisecracks And pointless chats And cotton sacks made to fit this awkward shape Who am I? I am lost An alien amnesiac A wanderer in a volatile land.
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Feb 17, 2012
Feb 17, 2012 at 12:55 AM UTC
Amnesia
Who are these creatures? Why do they burn so red? I fear their nature. They hunt me I hide Under wisecracks And pointless chats And cotton sacks made to fit this awkward shape Who am I? I am lost An alien amnesiac A wanderer in a volatile land.
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Feb 17, 2012
Feb 17, 2012 at 12:55 AM UTC
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