I'm stumbling round the apartment like a ghost,
falling through doors; this way and that.
Each corner of my smile held up on whimsical stilts and my my my
aren't you so fine.
Oct 18, 2022
Oct 18, 2022 at 2:20 PM UTC
I'm stumbling round the apartment like a ghost,
falling through doors; this way and that.
Each corner of my smile held up on whimsical stilts and my my my
aren't you so fine.
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