saw a girl with a bite mark on her cheek today;
thought,
That could be me [the yellow sticky red pus eye shoulder sore]
heard a girl think she was falling in love with a stranger today;
thought,
That could be me [the lost screams of a concrete mental ward,
over counters in and out of hospitals]
sensed a girl today old and out to pasture, desperate for attention;
thought,
That could be me [work, sedated by a chunk a span in front of the
ominous ominbox, work, sedated by a potato]
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