Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals colour my hair but the dye grows out I can't seem to stay a fixed ideal childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene see myself without ruining lines whole days throwing sticks into streams I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime the hole in my life even stains the soil my heart shrinks to barely a pulse a tiny animal curled into a quarter circle if you really care wash the feet of a beggar I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime.
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