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Published: 2009-09-03 04:58:17 +0000 UTC; Views: 171; Favourites: 2; Downloads: 5
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Description
They plant sunflowers in their front yardThey make roses out of dead petals
They lock their skeletons in their closets
They resemble the bruises on your skin
Their windows are painted black
Paranoid
and real lonely
They speak slowly
Their so cold they burn the ground
Skin so rough it scratches your throat
So small you never feel it
