Polly and her pins.

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Watching all the insects march along
Seem to know just right where they belong
Smears a face reflecting in the chrome
Hiding in the crowd I'm all alone

No one's heard a single word I've said
They don't sound this good outside my head
The lock says all the past is here to stay
I've become a million miles away.

2:25 p.m. - 2005-05-27

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