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Humans
Life is the way you make it.
The same with humans.
You break their bones until they're the ideal shape.
You gag their throats until they have a perfect voice.
You graft them with sandpaper until all their ugly skin has shedded.
Then you insult them until they can walk a line.
Crying at night I wouldn't worry so much about what of humans.
More of what we want them to become and at what lengths.
The same with humans.
You break their bones until they're the ideal shape.
You gag their throats until they have a perfect voice.
You graft them with sandpaper until all their ugly skin has shedded.
Then you insult them until they can walk a line.
Crying at night I wouldn't worry so much about what of humans.
More of what we want them to become and at what lengths.
Published 20th Feb 2017
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