Anita flies high
Without leaving her room
Her music heard
In the flat above.
She has needle holes in
Her legs and arms
One in her neck
And a frozen smile.
Everything she sells
Cost ten quid for her bag
Anita doesnt care
Anitas not sad.
Her world it involves
People like her
Who listen to music
With the same frozen stare.
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