Take me home
Waiting for a caterpillar to take me home
Many things happen before my eyes
Weird ants walk in front of me
They move their antennas as if we shared the same home for years
When I mount the caterpillar
There are surprises in store for me:
A dirty, musty, and alcoholic clown sitting in the back.
The appearance of a young child’s nightmare
It is true what my mother told me
Never talk to strangers
even though they promise to give you a good time
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