The flanders

Blank

The flanders
Lock yourself
In the last floor
Of the building where you live
Look at the picture
Of a memory
That used to be

Think of my dark side
As a side that
You don’t know
Think of your life
As a waste of time
You don’t want

Her unique stereotype
Fall asleep, turn off the light
She needs someone who fights
Whatever… afternoon delight

Take the pill
Of a tertiary color
Unknown to men
Put your hands on the oven
With your mind
Turn it on then

Shape your head
And shape the grass
And put creativity on
Run away
Get ready for
Your own incarnation

Her unique stereotype
Fall asleep, turn off the light
She needs someone who fights
Whatever… afternoon delight

She told you… about me
Her unique stereotype
Fall asleep, turn off the light
She needs someone who fights
Whatever… afternoon delight

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