Apr 2014
******* on my neck
I can feel it rushing by...
The rhythm of my body
is a song I often tire of.
It's stuck there
the record is skipping
and I cannot reach the needle.
I can feel it rushing by...
The rhythm of my body
is a song I often tire of.
It's stuck there
the record is skipping
and I cannot reach the needle.
(United States)
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