Mar 3
They will crush my bones
and from them
produce
fine china
and
I'll end up
on a shelf
in a glass
cabinet
and people will say
how beautiful I look
and I'll think
**** 'em.
and from them
produce
fine china
and
I'll end up
on a shelf
in a glass
cabinet
and people will say
how beautiful I look
and I'll think
**** 'em.
(68/Here and now)
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