The shadows of birds fly across my floor.
My head is a popsicle the sky is eating.
Underneath my heart tiny crystals grow into trees.
There’s a way to decode my leg so that you disappear.
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The shadows of birds fly across my floor.
My head is a popsicle the sky is eating.
Underneath my heart tiny crystals grow into trees.
There’s a way to decode my leg so that you disappear.
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