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the way the street lookeddim and pollutedso have i felt when i walked uponthe way the air seemedgrey fog dilutedso do i feel when i'm breathed uponominous head spokeyou ain't so goodpoorly the sow jokedtrashed and words mutteredi want to be motheredi want you to giveattention to my belly buttonmotheri want to havebobby pins stuck in my earsand drown away the endless daysridding soon the troubled waysembedded down with a warm frownin a wrong and impure dreamanchored down with a mermaidin sound halcyon sealure me in her saltliquid canyon far beneathmy mother saviorwith her goddess touchbrushes hands through my hair
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