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Gattaca

Noise. I can't hear the thoughts in my head did she say run, to dream of better times...though she hates all the ones that I dream up Stay here, I'll be right back though I know she won't be We live in the basement of the house of crosses Left with the one who doesn't know how to garden but he sure can make you believe he does Because, for the selfish, beauty can easily be dreamed up for them to see especially when the colors of the dreams are shades of blue and green. I escaped with a twenty-dollar bag of hot chips and a determination to burn all eggs and waffles and toast. The fire set me free.