Camping Ground

Dr. Manhattan

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    Help me if you can. Please lend me a hand.
    I can't speak to well. I am buried in sand.

    My esophagus is dry. I am sinking in.
    I ain't talk good. What'll I do when I get hungry?

    A feeding troll greets my soul.
    She seeks control. But me I'm not seduced.
    An easy take. Your teeth will break when you'll mistake.
    The nipple is Medusa's.

    Dad-"Why did you bring them here?"
    Foster child-"Sorry dad. I did not know."

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    Lend me some dollar. But I can't pay you back.
    I have no labor. I'm drinking up the fruits of loved ones.

    I'm thirsty now.

    I wish to warm your skulls with kisses and bold love.
    Do you understand?
    What'll you do when you get moody?

    Eeee, I know. I need to grow.
    I've always been slow.
    Eating from the giving tree.

    I'm full. I'll eat my soul.
    You seek control but, me; I'm not seduced at all.

    Help me if you can. Please lend me a hand.
    I can't speak to well. I am buried in sand.

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