LifeA Poem by a_methyste Life was 10 fingers You had to cut 4 Now you tell me How on earth can one decide Which one to keep And let go When they are all his godamn fingers And hurt all the same.
Life was 10 fingers
You had to cut 4 Now you tell me How on earth can one decide Which one to keep And let go When they are all his godamn fingers And hurt all the same. © 2024 a_methyste |
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