Tapes and soda cans,
they lay around,
books are there to,
all on the wooden ground,
listen to the sink drip and you get a prize,
hear the water splash,
you wanna rip out your eyes,
there's a guitar there but you don't know how to play,
the ghosts come out,
you tell them to go away,
it looks like I'm running,
but I'm very still,
just sitting here on mehali ct. hill.
What did you think
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Throughly enjoyed

