Sep 9
It's hot.
I'm dry.
Living in the middle of a cornfield.
I must be high.
The place I thought
I never wanted to be
Is the place called home
Whatever.... it's just me.
I'm dry.
Living in the middle of a cornfield.
I must be high.
The place I thought
I never wanted to be
Is the place called home
Whatever.... it's just me.
NOTES - HEY STEVEIE
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(Agender/The final frontier)
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