sometimes I am pitted and bare like a small bookstore after a fire I know I'll find no harbor there the stormy waves keep getting higher sometimes I am washed of color like a drawing on the sidewalk after rain and I know the time is right now to give birth to words again Big Mushroom over the city police are running tests Little Mushroom she was found squeezed in with all the rest sometimes there is no road like the Day of Atonement in a car and everything looks different with a broken heart Big Mushroom over the city police are running tests Little Mushroom she was found squeezed in with all the rest Sometimes I am numb of anger like the Square where memory will wane and I try to find comfort in written words for this burning pain Big Mushroom over the city police are running tests Little Mushroom she was found squeezed in with all the rest Big Mushroom over the city who's to tell the futures course? Little Mushroom she was found far away from the forest.
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