I stand in the shower facing a mirror
sweet memories in my head makes everything clearer
In my mind I see visions of a furry face made of stone
I shout for help,But it seems everyone around me wants me to be alone.
My heart will slowly inflate oxygen as though thorough the thread through a slit of your pants
We shall lay it to rest
and eat it on the doorstep
Blackberries and snowflakes that falls from our nest
To sharpen it with small silver bells
Twist screws in the wall before the end of the night fells.
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