Do I know your middle or even your last?
Do I know your first or only more craft?
All-in the cash to cover the spread
drowning, our feet in the riverbed
What is it that you feel I am and I can contain?
I am slowly dieing, fleeting and insane
The pathways above me are crowded untrue
The mirror below me reminds me of you
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 10:34 PM UTC
Do I know your middle or even your last?
Do I know your first or only more craft?
All-in the cash to cover the spread
drowning, our feet in the riverbed
What is it that you feel I am and I can contain?
I am slowly dieing, fleeting and insane
The pathways above me are crowded untrue
The mirror below me reminds me of you
Nonetoshate
