Sleep Little Baby
sleep little baby
sleep little kid
as
kids
grow up.
annoyingly up.
without copulating
this world
a truly seminal place to live
a hell to breathe.
no clear vision
no smell of perfumes
just some validated
high demand for ever
protection
cause life is such a drag
find out the cause,
live contaminated
ever after
kids grow up
so annoyingly
up.
so sleep little baby
sleep and dream
of you killing me.
poem by Celine Charcoal
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