What's worse, our third date or my inability to pick up on the fact that you're a ******* ****** after the first two? by Alexander Albrecht

Apr 2012

What's worse, our third date or my inability to pick up on the fact that you're a ******* ****** after the first two?

Another albatross bends into a thousand canyons
As the battle blossoms another home fades away
Nothing fills the voids left by broken wings
The price of every burden bleeds out for free

Written by

Alexander Albrecht 29/M/Minneapolis

(29/M/Minneapolis)

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