| A Dead Person Breathed on Me! |
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| I’ve got shovels for my hands. |
| Anchors for my legs. |
| Wings jut out my shoulder blades. |
| I can go anywehre. |
| But I can’t go anywhre. |
| I’m trapped in a mirror. |
| And you’re certainly no hammer. |
| Like the fiery sun, |
| Whose touch nothing outruns |
| But the craters of the artic moon, |
| My burning eyes are after you. |
| So add another notch. |
| In your painted town I’ll rot. |
| As another nameless block. |
| What’s learned won’t quickly be forgot. |
