Teenage Poetry Correctly Recollected I
i live in buildings
i eat, sleep and breathe in buildings
and when i die
they will lock me away
inside wooden walls
and i will never be free
(Rather grim, isn't it?)
i eat, sleep and breathe in buildings
and when i die
they will lock me away
inside wooden walls
and i will never be free
(Rather grim, isn't it?)
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