Veronika Knollman

Prisoner walking to the end of his time
In the execution room, point of no return
Noose dangling in view
Waiting for its sole purpose
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Dust
Up nose
Makes me sneeze
Small explosion launches forward
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Jake is a garbo
He gets paid to clean up dirt on the wall
His home is a bin
It has no carpet no carpet at all
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The night is cold
The crickets are chirping
It's too dark to see
The wind blows eerily
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The grey machinery
Buzzing and whirling
Knobs and buttons decorate the panel
A loud noise emerges from within
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Rubberbands are a vital component in handmade slingshots
And flicking people's ears
Scott's rubberband came from his mouth
It hadn't been seen in years
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Now the wind is blowing
Now the tree is shaking
Now the wind is shaking the tree
Now a class is watching a movie
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Adios Winter
See you next year
No more cold weather
No more rain here
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Patrolling the entrance
Here they come
Inevitably the guests arrive
Lit up in the spotlight
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Climbing through a window
Into the empty house
Shadows strewn about
Tiring she sits and dreams
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Gravity is failing me
Can't stand up without falling over
My stomach wants to empty itself
Bright light consuming my sight
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Insects humming in the air tonight
My friend Sussudio talks about Billy
'Don't lose my number'
But there's no reply at all
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The end is near
Striding towards the finish
Uncertainty plaguing my mind
Not long now
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Ninjas at the beach
Karateing the waves
Evil jinjitsu slapping
Shurikens of the sea
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