'A scattered array of french and math.'
Have been the remainders of poetry left on my wall
In the September time of MeYou.
What the fuck?
I do declare.
Have been the remainders of poetry left on my wall
In the September time of MeYou.
What the fuck?
I do declare.
The taste of regret as it leaves your stomach
Coating your tongue with every noun
Watery eyes the only thing that makes sense now
Coating your tongue with every noun
Watery eyes the only thing that makes sense now
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