Aug 27
I'm breathing dust
and sweating rust
lost all of my trust
poker hand a bust
drowning in riptide
always wrong side
sorry your son died
bury my fears cried.
and sweating rust
lost all of my trust
poker hand a bust
drowning in riptide
always wrong side
sorry your son died
bury my fears cried.
(76/M/New Bern, NC)
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