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God died right after had given her The power of creation Who is she to talk Friedrich Like her blue premature infant? I liked the color blue but it is The color of forget-me-nots Who am I to talk flower Like my growing hair down under? "What are humans? Why am I different?" Who is God to ask? The talking doll now is God No, no different than The sky nor the ocean God is a rolling title Like a dough, like eyeballs Who is it to talk breadcrumbs? The birds aren't like that anymore I sat on the table Flipped No, no different than a shared diary --- Then Lou Gehrig should be happy
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Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 1:12 AM UTC
Rocking Chair, Light
God died right after had given her The power of creation Who is she to talk Friedrich Like her blue premature infant? I liked the color blue but it is The color of forget-me-nots Who am I to talk flower Like my growing hair down under? "What are humans? Why am I different?" Who is God to ask? The talking doll now is God No, no different than The sky nor the ocean God is a rolling title Like a dough, like eyeballs Who is it to talk breadcrumbs? The birds aren't like that anymore I sat on the table Flipped No, no different than a shared diary --- Then Lou Gehrig should be happy
Then Lou Gehrig should be happy
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Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 1:12 AM UTC
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