#106 (or Upcoming days/Routine of Yesterdays)

Animals ahead
Those smugglers came
and stole all i had

They got my bag
full of dreams
in plated blonde hair

Knocked me down
hopeless
A vulture stares

Don’t let me here
Cage me in
Sell me as a lamb

Or stab my back
Dance around
my bitter end.

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