Sep 2014
Your coffee tastes bitter
& the sun's not so bright,
you don't want to love,
you just want to fight.
There is no heart,
when the muse is over.
& the sun's not so bright,
you don't want to love,
you just want to fight.
There is no heart,
when the muse is over.
(GRB090423)
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