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Jun 2014
ο»ΏThey are sometimes like a thunderbolt,
And recently I have started liking yellow.
I wonder if broken teeth gets yellow or decays to purple.

Today I brushed three more minutes than usual,
So that my teeth showed the inside of me.

My hands have become black,
Sunscreen won't help
Because they want to hide something.
It will be white again
in winter,
But then I will be wearing gloves.

They say the sound of thunderbolt comes much later.
I think I can hear my body scream
only after a while.

But for now, when I close my ears with my fingers,
the only sound I can hear is my skin humming
And that puts me to sleep.
Agentorange
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