Ticking clocks and photographs
have many tales to tell
distorted smiles and passing time
show that I loved you well.
The dreams we shared
lay broken now
aflame upon the pyre
I snooped about
and found you out
you ***** ******* liar.
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 5:27 PM UTC
Ticking clocks and photographs
have many tales to tell
distorted smiles and passing time
show that I loved you well.
The dreams we shared
lay broken now
aflame upon the pyre
I snooped about
and found you out
you ***** ******* liar.
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