last night, in a haze,
i stood in your room,
the eternal fool, as
you played out pattern
of the universe and
said:
"tom, go home n
sort yr **** out."
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 9:29 PM UTC
last night, in a haze,
i stood in your room,
the eternal fool, as
you played out pattern
of the universe and
said:
"tom, go home n
sort yr **** out."
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