Banana covered hands with a baby stained conscious that cannot hold me They are auditing my eyes, questioning what I have taken Accepting all of the pieces they give Bolted to the corner while the cur get theirs Watching spattered and spotted near the deer binging the clover, gently preparing the meadows for our silence Biting at the nails piercing my feet trying to catch up
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