WHY I CRY

By m.s.wardrip

Why I cry?

I touch the ceiling of the sky.

I need the system,

I feed the system.

The system feed me,

Why you talk me like that?

I am height of all,

Reaching up to touch the bottom of my feet.

You scratch head, okay?

I tickle feet.

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