The inkpen on the table
Bleeds far less than its owner
Maybe that's the reason why
She never smiles anymore
The inkpen on the table
Has been shaken far less than its owner
Maybe that's the reason why
There's nothing left to salvage from this wreck
The inkpen on the table
Is not as black as the soul of its owner
Maybe that's the reason why
He has to be rewritten all the time
Jan 26, 2023
Jan 26, 2023 at 5:34 PM UTC
The inkpen on the table
Bleeds far less than its owner
Maybe that's the reason why
She never smiles anymore
The inkpen on the table
Has been shaken far less than its owner
Maybe that's the reason why
There's nothing left to salvage from this wreck
The inkpen on the table
Is not as black as the soul of its owner
Maybe that's the reason why
He has to be rewritten all the time
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