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Feb 2015
she lived inside my body
in a house painted on a wall.
i stole her wisdom
from a small wooden box there
and now sometimes
i dont know if im
in my life or
her hallucinations.

i speak with
her tongue
in my mind
to this day
and im
always
confused
but she sings
so pretty
i never
stop
thinking.
Written by
mike
250
   unknown and Azaria
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