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a dead rat on the tree
death felt raw
and fresh
straight out of the stove
a loaf of bread
for my poverty filled head.
a rat on the tree-
sick and dead,
the crumbs touched her lips
O, symphony
i hear you alive
are you alive...
death felt raw
and fresh
straight out of the stove
a loaf of bread
for my poverty filled head.
a rat on the tree-
sick and dead,
the crumbs touched her lips
O, symphony
i hear you alive
are you alive...
