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Tea Party Manifesto by Ranke Lidyek
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TEA PARTY MANIFESTO
One thing I saw
in that room below
my words were an echo
off your soul
So
I left my heart for you to find
buried in the garden vines
Does the fever really play?
Bearded children ran my way
purple suits stuffed with hay
follow me i am losing it
A little pill to make you sick
shovel in your guts with sticks
Darling, I am ready
lead me to my grave
a bed of excuse
the pit of the fruit
I washed until I had no skin
I give
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