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pale purple nipplesgoose pimpledshe shivers shifts from a walk to a trotalone in the cityinfested with facesimmune to new friendshipsinterested in places she's never seenshe says everything is grey hereand nothing is greenthe girls from down the streetsixteen, seventeen years oldyou can smell them getting pregnantyou can hear their rock and rollthat's americayou have to be toughlike a glad trash bagthe government's an old nagwith a good pedigreebut pedigree's don't help you and me
I see the precedent is grey hereand nothing is greenunless something unforseen happens
I'm surrounded by the havesthey say I can have some toojust because of what I dodo they think a lotabout those who have notor does it just distract themfrom what they domost of us have greyexcept for those who can payfor green
I'm torn
I'm tornrejecting outfits offered meregretting things I've wornwhen I was still playing rolesto fill holesin my conception of who I amyou know, now I understandit's not important to be definedit's only important to use your time wellwell time is something nobody can buyand nobody can sell youso don't let anybody tell youthey have the advantagebecause all the grey people can say every daydoesn't mean anythingif your mind is greenpale purple nipplesgoose pimpledshe shivers shifts from a walk to a trotalone in the cityinfested with facesimmune to new friendshipsinterested in places she's never seenshe says everything is grey hereotherwise I'd stay herebut I'm looking for greenjust like every human being
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