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Feb 2015
Before 6 a.m.
I cannot fall asleep
It's like a spell
Keeping my eyes open wide

Seeing nothing
Mind thinking of houses flooded
Hands dull and worried
Hands sick and dry

Painted on my sides
And there are also legs
But not mine
Not anymore

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Did you know?
Wide thighs are the cause of heart attacks
So they plant some skyscrapers on there
Yet put some medicines in between

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*Legs all grown and boring
They only talk when they drink
Legs all hurt and scarred
They only walk in the brink
It's about time
Written by
Pea
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   --- and Drifter
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