The storm's coming, I have no clothes
The mexican lady says I can't touch her food
The house in the photo
There are dolls in the windows
The storm's coming, I have no clothes
I can't stay here, it's not my home
Home ?
I steal through the bedroom stepping on the sleeping
Which one is mine ?
The photo in the house
The storm's coming, I have no clothes
The food's on a shelf above the washer
I didn't take, only touched
They care a little, not enough
The door's are locked and now she's sleeping
The storm's coming, I have no clothes
2 comments:
Remember not to hide under trees.
This is a great piece, really good. I think I owe you an email. I'll try and sort that out today.
TM
who needs clothes?
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