bungalow
 

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Bungalow
How long should I lie on this cement,
before someone comes.
I hear neighbours' footsteps,
and I scream
a fading sound.

Always have no place to fly to,
behind the walls,
in bungalow.
Sometimes I am glad there's nobody home.
Strings on my limbs,
wet and low.

I've hid the knife.

I 've Walked round and round this face of earth,
every corner I saw,
marks of weeds,
marks of worms.

I've eaten out all honey I sweated,
Coz' the queenbee,
she never liked me.

I used to give all my sweets away,
till someone
took my place.

I guess I'll hold the grudge for as long as I can.
Cut off the strings,
lie face down.

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