'The door’s locked
I’m flying off the handle
she fettered the grenade to my feet
My heart’s catatonic and lips paraplegic
I shut my eyes, turn back the clock
and escape my sins'
- Jack Frost
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 2:11 PM UTC
'The door’s locked
I’m flying off the handle
she fettered the grenade to my feet
My heart’s catatonic and lips paraplegic
I shut my eyes, turn back the clock
and escape my sins'
- Jack Frost
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