Trash Policy
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She was born,
feet came first, and she stood up straight.
And she smiled
at a world that showed her hate.
She grew up
in a stainless paper bag.
She got out
with a visceral attack.
She got sick,
she was ripped up and thrown away.
It was sad,
and her lips, they turned to gray.
And she cried,
she was lost inside her head.
When she died,
there was color as she bled.
feet came first, and she stood up straight.
And she smiled
at a world that showed her hate.
She grew up
in a stainless paper bag.
She got out
with a visceral attack.
She got sick,
she was ripped up and thrown away.
It was sad,
and her lips, they turned to gray.
And she cried,
she was lost inside her head.
When she died,
there was color as she bled.
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yea me too.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
nice art
dreamer in my dream
we got the guns
i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out