I strive to remember when white powder
was the flour
that we would bake mom cookies with
instead of the list of bookies
I keep sin in
and ring in
when I need 'em.
I strive to make clear water, ever clear again
instead of the Everclear I decided
to drown myself in.
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 11:45 AM UTC
I strive to remember when white powder
was the flour
that we would bake mom cookies with
instead of the list of bookies
I keep sin in
and ring in
when I need 'em.
I strive to make clear water, ever clear again
instead of the Everclear I decided
to drown myself in.
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