we have our tongues wrapped
around things
we cannot
speak.
we have but to open a door.
but that's lost
all meaning.
you keep your secrets.
but keep them very loudly...
you're always choking on
whatever it is
you really think about
me.
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 6:55 PM UTC
we have our tongues wrapped
around things
we cannot
speak.
we have but to open a door.
but that's lost
all meaning.
you keep your secrets.
but keep them very loudly...
you're always choking on
whatever it is
you really think about
me.
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