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#prefection
I’m listening to Siouxsie and the Banshees The song “Happy House” repeatedly I’m laughing at the irony The projections of a prefect family Blonde hair, smiles and sunshine everywhere Everybody’s thin and everyone cares But sadly, that’s not our reality That’s just something we see on the TV screens What we have is husband’s beating wives   Children on the street dying from a high Angels losing their faith because of **** And body size is always on the mind But like Siouxsie says it’s safe & calm if you sing along “This is a happy house, we’re happy here in the happy house To forget ourselves and pretend all’s well There is no hell.”
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Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 1:17 PM UTC
“Happy House”
A master craftsman, Well bred and fed, Counting his days, Days spent, over Days left. Days, spent searching a craft. Days, spent learning the craft. Days, spent working the craft. Days, spent perfecting the craft. A master craftsman, Well bred and fed, Counting his days, Days spent, over days left. Days, left to live. Days, left for love. Days, he spent, drifiting from life. Days, he has left, too little to go back. Days, he spent, he wishes, he had more. Days, he has left, only them, and nothing more !!!
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May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 3:48 AM UTC
!!! DAYS !!!