i was born on a fire escape above a garbage can my existence was clouded by a forensic whispering campaign of the martians who hated me because i told the truth about the commissioner but i did not care because i had all i needed in the perfect and eternal love of - here come the trucks now and the dogs and the spiders
above a garbage can
my existence was clouded
by a forensic whispering campaign
of the martians who hated me
because i told the truth
about the commissioner but i did not care
because i had all i needed
in the perfect and eternal love
of - here come the trucks now
and the dogs and the spiders
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