8/12/13
Baby baby baby blue,
Tell me the day so it can come true,
No witching hour,
The only glass figure
up my nose- go!
They're mad at me because I'm dumb.
I think another day skipped;
That's three or four.
What for?
Wipe it off, clear
"Go see her?!",
Pillars?
Shaky, like my voice, "no!',
not like bees.
It's scary.
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