boring men killing time killing daisies
she loves me
she loves me not
their sad amputee peddles descend to the
earth beneath
in a grand assumption of life
our large fingers squeezing it's life's last
seed onto these great palms
and with a great gust
life seems so much simpler
she loves me not
their sad amputee peddles descend to the
earth beneath
in a grand assumption of life
our large fingers squeezing it's life's last
seed onto these great palms
and with a great gust
life seems so much simpler
posted by The Black March at 12:37 PM
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