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Your sky is pink. They're eating yellow grass. I'm at the epicenter of chaos Syringes for the sick and Banks robbed by viruses *** in the palm of my hand. The streets paved with lies are decorated by death. And buildings built by policies to build policies (to fill prophesies) Wicked water, and open wounds Saturated diets and broken wombs Your sky is blue Their water is black Children's eyes close and never look back. There are snakes in the sand Lightening strikes in the distance I can't see where I stand And the wind smells of something vicious Your sky is grey The loudest one in the room is the TV Candy and coffee for breakfast. I'd brush my teeth But I haven't the time, dearest Siri - Seriously though Sometimes I question if I'm the canary in this binary equation wondering when it's going to cave in But its cool, I can be patient.
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Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 11:27 PM UTC
The Tenderloin
Your sky is pink. They're eating yellow grass. I'm at the epicenter of chaos Syringes for the sick and Banks robbed by viruses *** in the palm of my hand. The streets paved with lies are decorated by death. And buildings built by policies to build policies (to fill prophesies) Wicked water, and open wounds Saturated diets and broken wombs Your sky is blue Their water is black Children's eyes close and never look back. There are snakes in the sand Lightening strikes in the distance I can't see where I stand And the wind smells of something vicious Your sky is grey The loudest one in the room is the TV Candy and coffee for breakfast. I'd brush my teeth But I haven't the time, dearest Siri - Seriously though Sometimes I question if I'm the canary in this binary equation wondering when it's going to cave in But its cool, I can be patient.
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Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 11:27 PM UTC
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