Emily wells

Orchard

Emily wells
The past is prophetic Some days I am poetic.
Some days I know the rules, some days I play with them.
I am the orchard and the tree I am my own worst enemy.
Jump start my lungs, kick the lever. I've gotten way too clever.
I've gotten way too clever...
The past is poetic Some days I am pathetic.
Some days I know the rules, some days I play by them.
I am the orchard and the tree I am my own worst enemy.
Jump start my lungs, kick the lever. I've gotten way too clever.
I've gotten way too clever. I've gotten way too clever
The day my childhood died, of old age and a broken leg.
I stayed awake, ate my mistakes, recalled an ever after.
Live. Live laughing laughter.
Live Live laughing laughter.
Live Live laughing laughter.
I am the orchard and the tree I am my own worst enemy.
Jump start my lungs, kick the lever. I've gotten way too clever.
I've gotten way too clever.
I've gotten I've gotten way too clever
Clever I've gotten way too clever.
I've gotten way too clever.
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