call it what it is
so let the jokes fly
i can't hear them over the cracking of my jaw
a painting of your disinterest a scene serene
for making wooden holes in aged
souls the shoes i walked in
and my hands will fold as they have
done a thousand times before.
so let the jokes fly
i can't hear them over the cracking of my jaw
a painting of your disinterest a scene serene
for making wooden holes in aged
souls the shoes i walked in
and my hands will fold as they have
done a thousand times before.
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