Veins

We're all genuine people
We all want the same basic things
Peach sky eyelids with lychees beneath
For us to sink our teeth
Guardian angels of black fungus hung over the crib
I feel sick for all the children in the cities
Lungs like mulberries in glass cages
And their little faces
They're screaming because they know they are going to die
But they won't remember that for years



Credits
Writer(s): Cary Singer
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