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Jun 2015
Standing near a dirt road out in Nowhere,
I'm looking for a way to get back home
This tiny town is nothing but a nightmare
I feel the evil deep within my bones

From fear, my bones all try to leave my body
My skeleton just flees from in my skin
The stench within this place is so ungodly
Perhaps, I should have never wandered in

Without my bones, I'm stuck flapping in the wind
Without my skull, my brain just turns to mush
All my patience left has now been thinned
To send me over needs just one more push

My blood all pours away into a small stream
My skin just rots by the side of the road
I blew away with dirt as light as a dream
While the rest of my thoughts quickly overflowed
Who knows?
Arlo Disarray
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