Nov 2020
Silly.
Shamble. Dripping meat.
Happy is the corpse that sees no ground.
Do you see now?
Maggots in the ears.
He doesn't listen.
Begging for sunshine it finds only dark.
Shamble. Dripping meat.
Happy is the corpse that sees no ground.
Do you see now?
Maggots in the ears.
He doesn't listen.
Begging for sunshine it finds only dark.
(30/M/lancashire)
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