May 2018
Cluttered and battered
Pieces lay shattered
It’s cold and it’s lifeless
It’s dreaming of times when
It beat for the pulse
It beat for the pulse
And I try to clean it up
I try to fix it up
Pieces lay shattered
It’s cold and it’s lifeless
It’s dreaming of times when
It beat for the pulse
It beat for the pulse
And I try to clean it up
I try to fix it up
(27/F/washington state)
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