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#cakendar
wander abaht atter a home as av no bairns ad Tek us in so the living hereabahts rush inside early doors afore sunset lock doors pull down shades, turn mirrors to walls do all to stop me seeing em for if I did I'd carry 'em off. *** named a monkey after us, the lemur cos we big eyes are aht at neet and mek ghost noises so bairns bang *** lids howl like wolves joined by tarn dogs, to frit us away while nannans spin abaht, splash boiling watta rahnd rooms with a wooden ladle . Am one dead al not find a home. I'd carry 'em off.
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May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 6:00 AM UTC
Homeless And Dead