Jan 2017
Replenished by the world you crawled away from.
Sweetened by the tongue of your hypocrisy.
Revived by the whistle and bells.
Wake up.
Feel these whispers.
Hear me.
I am yours.
Sweetened by the tongue of your hypocrisy.
Revived by the whistle and bells.
Wake up.
Feel these whispers.
Hear me.
I am yours.
(Ohio)
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