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On The Wall |
Unlike the mole
I’m not in a hole
And I can’t see anyway
Just like a doll
I’m one feet tall
But dolls can’t see anyway
The frozen stare
The clothes and hair
These make me taste like a man
Tied to a door
Chained to a floor
An hour glass grain of sand
Swim in the sea
Swim inside me
But you can’t swim far away
I never grew
Covered up by you
And nothing grows anyway
Life in a sack is coming back
I’m like the clock on the wall
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