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May 2012
Why not take chair?
No the floor is nicer!
Living by constants,
Your lower brings me higher.

Always taking,
The biggest seat in the room.
Not the broken velvet chair,
But the open space on the ground!

Can't help myself,
Wanna stay close to my mother.
Hold her hand in mine,
Hide behind her from strangers.

Hate the trapping desks,
Hands on throat they choke me out.
Collared shirts buttoned up,
Always seem make me go nuts.

Sitting here in disconnect,
Phone away from home.
Singing songs to myself,
What more could I ask for?
I like the floor.
Wuji
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Wuji
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