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Milly has a candy house What an invisible little house Milly told me it was not a solitude It was a gift from the childhood Milly painted it red and blue With her little scalpel See, All the puppets were doomed Milly danced to her favourite tango and suddenly all the puppets sang to the moon “It’s late, Milly you should go to bed.” Milly heard that “Milly please don’t be sad” Puppets turned to candies and said “See you again” Milly’s candy house and her little friends
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Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 4:15 AM UTC
Milly’s candy house
Milly has a candy house What an invisible little house Milly told me it was not a solitude It was a gift from the childhood Milly painted it red and blue With her little scalpel See, All the puppets were doomed Milly danced to her favourite tango and suddenly all the puppets sang to the moon “It’s late, Milly you should go to bed.” Milly heard that “Milly please don’t be sad” Puppets turned to candies and said “See you again” Milly’s candy house and her little friends
What if I told you, red meant blood and blue meant mood. Puppets were the poor humans and the house was made of bodies. Was it still a cute poem?
#dark#mental#sick#mad#trauma
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Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 4:15 AM UTC
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