Jan 2019
The walls weren't always strong
and more times than not rain got in
The cracks would grow with my bones
and the attic was cloudy
The dirt would get dug into
mud covering the yard
and more times than not rain got in
The cracks would grow with my bones
and the attic was cloudy
The dirt would get dug into
mud covering the yard
(21/NJ)
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