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Nov 2010
Mexican Skeletons
dance for the sun
on my pink tapestry

Do they do it for fun
Do they do it for free

Can the black holes in their heads
even see

Does the length of their vision only reach to the seems

Or can they enter 3D, leap off my wall, out of my window
and on to the tree

Oh I see
never mind, this can't be
the 3D skeletons will cost me a fee.

A bit of blood and mental functioning,
But I don't mind, because my mind is alone
besides,

Wherever you trip
Must be your home
Written by
Lunar
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   Sean Antonio Tyson and Leah
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