colours of a headache whirl starry-eyed - and collapse in laughter, open-mouthed we show our pins and needles, we’re crack-lip teachers selling idiots to baby millionaires girls wear silk dresses and have straw hair dipped in blackcurrant their smiles are gunpowder exploded with horseradish colours of a headache whirl starry-eyed - and go blind in the sun it’s me behind hereBirth sign: Not entered
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