Felt tipped bins, filled with finer finds. All my feelings inside, fall like ash in a hearth. You packaged doubt in a sponge, set it on the shelf. Till an inocent kid, rubbed his brains out. Three parts equally in the basket, everything a vessel. New wine skin, holds old wine just to rot the skin. Be made whole, stop smacking sticks against rocks. Just listen
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
Felt tipped bins, filled with finer finds. All my feelings inside, fall like ash in a hearth. You packaged doubt in a sponge, set it on the shelf. Till an inocent kid, rubbed his brains out. Three parts equally in the basket, everything a vessel. New wine skin, holds old wine just to rot the skin. Be made whole, stop smacking sticks against rocks. Just listen
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