Garland Jodie Jeen

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</>The last sip of water...

I'm waiting for drinking another bottle of wine
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</>Your finger points to the highway

cars at high speed i'm afraid..
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</>Years is the worst unforgivable hairstylist

He cuts my hair short;
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</>i'm stirring the milk, wondering if it can be whiter
so that another Snow White emerges...
i can smell the fresh grass, mixed with the fragrance
naturally made from strawberries, and don't forget
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</>With scissors, cutting is made crispy

What are apart? Half of the paper is a lonely part.
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</>Mother the baby who sleeps with the poochie

Little pooch is licking the tears from the marble eyes of the baby
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</>If you could find the fountain of wisdom

wisdom would not tell you the telling answer to your question..
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</>Terrible stars fall into the sea

The sea surface with a golden horizon
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</>Carrying an oil lamp, i visited the dark hell.

My papa from the heaven told me to pay a visit
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</>My business

as a freelance wooden runt inside the classroom
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</>Mother GIVES an eternal birth to me

and I give a birth to endless tears..
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</>Downing the queer wine is not the first step.

fella, close your eyes, let him
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</>The next day after the happy ending,

the princess is inside the flowery garden roaming.
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</>this is not only about a ghost

do not only simplify death while you're makin' life complicated;
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</>i'm counting the days that are free.

they're only ways i 've chosen to flee..
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</>The visual dimension limits my vision

but my olfactory nerve is still active
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</>I do not want to

I do not want to live inside the telly
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</>How can a crash and a crush happen here in the carpark

i'm supposed to clench my fists in the dark
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</>You told me the murderer has a black style of beauty

The ugly died. The beauty survived.
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</>While she cut the moon into pieces,

she 's learnt how to share peace
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You Scratch Your Head, I Stretch My Hair

</>The last sip of water...

I'm waiting for drinking another bottle of wine

I do not need answer but I keep asking why

My facial features are stirred up into a coma

Our god does allow me to continue

loving..

But my reality talks me into letting go.

You head is not that rational, but

why you insist that hardship is always hard?

I do not want to give up, the same as the fact

that I do not want to keep up.

You do not wash your hair, unclean

I wash my hair every so often, the result is the same

Stretch my hair.

my five fingers stretch the ends of strands...

Memories do not slip through...

but hair drops, adding more miseries

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