As stiff as toys
and tall as men
and swaying like the wind torn trees,
she talked about the empty world
with eyes like poison birds.
She talked about the armies
that marched inside her head
and how they made her dreams go bad.
But oh how happy she was,
how proud she was
to be fighting in the war,
in the empty world.
and tall as men
and swaying like the wind torn trees,
she talked about the empty world
with eyes like poison birds.
She talked about the armies
that marched inside her head
and how they made her dreams go bad.
But oh how happy she was,
how proud she was
to be fighting in the war,
in the empty world.
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| Summer 2015 |
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