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123 calabar road
Lose shoes and broken mind,
all an assemblage of white.
thought eggs are apples,
squinting for sardines,
then the charmer came in,
sending charged electric to my spine.
Will you sleep? No.
Watching the fan. It's my first day.
Like the name, the place.
A name of urgency. We will be there today.
God, why me?
Uncircumcised brain
is a fountain of hope? Schizo?
Olex.
Shocks?
Encephabol.
Mood swings?
Deanxit.
More complaint?
Rispedal.
Meor?
Amytriptiline (Swingfidol).
Insomnia? General purpose mordicate.
ECG? God, plead my case.
Any more?
No. One for the conscience.
Worst of all,
having little boys
On tie insult
the beautiful mind.My best
film remains Harry Porter.
Release the bird from this cage
today;
even from Amenity ward I
and naked ward IV.
You can't tie my spirit.
No. No more
all an assemblage of white.
thought eggs are apples,
squinting for sardines,
then the charmer came in,
sending charged electric to my spine.
Will you sleep? No.
Watching the fan. It's my first day.
Like the name, the place.
A name of urgency. We will be there today.
God, why me?
Uncircumcised brain
is a fountain of hope? Schizo?
Olex.
Shocks?
Encephabol.
Mood swings?
Deanxit.
More complaint?
Rispedal.
Meor?
Amytriptiline (Swingfidol).
Insomnia? General purpose mordicate.
ECG? God, plead my case.
Any more?
No. One for the conscience.
Worst of all,
having little boys
On tie insult
the beautiful mind.My best
film remains Harry Porter.
Release the bird from this cage
today;
even from Amenity ward I
and naked ward IV.
You can't tie my spirit.
No. No more
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123 calabar road
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