i sense your friends across the room
leaning, tall, and deathly ill
an animal inside the walls
born in the bathroom stalls
it's little anne
when you were young you dare not speak
and leisure moved from week to week
you'd want me to
i feel and stop and folding now
it will be over
and with eight snakes the earth will drown
it will be over
with little anne
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