Mar 24
I recall when we’re all smiles,
Paper flow’rs and hot-pink dyes,
Virgils in the pitch black night,
Scrape and file till screws sit tight,
The toxic whiff of burnt plastic.
Paper flow’rs and hot-pink dyes,
Virgils in the pitch black night,
Scrape and file till screws sit tight,
The toxic whiff of burnt plastic.
