oh how the quietness
The way you close your ears so you wouldn't hear the noise,how it cries when you take its little nasty toys.the way it swings its legs but you don't know what it wants,how it stops to suck its little cutey thumb.the way it waits to get its liquidy thing to drink.Oh shoot! Here comes the stink.the way it laughs when its done.How it closes its eyes,and dreams of another world that we know not of.Oh how the quietness,oh how the quietness,makes you want to dance.
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