in an old burlap sack
he kept his "fancy things"
remnants of a life not coming back
dead flowers and wedding rings
in his pounding chest
he could still feel the pain
sometimes the worst is for the best
sometimes a loss becomes a gain
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 5:21 PM UTC
in an old burlap sack
he kept his "fancy things"
remnants of a life not coming back
dead flowers and wedding rings
in his pounding chest
he could still feel the pain
sometimes the worst is for the best
sometimes a loss becomes a gain
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