La Ruche

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You sit




You walk




You're standing naked on the play-ground




You kiss her lips, she melts away




Is that her skull?




You're still a clown




Perhaps one day she did feel sad




No one was there




The weeds, my friend, are prrrrrecious




Look way up there, it's not all within
The road is not straight and never will be




Would you not tell me about your plans?







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