The late morning dreams
are the worst.
Gaol of a sort
Of Every sort.
To look
and try to speak.
And failure...
Then it's Noon.
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC
The late morning dreams
are the worst.
Gaol of a sort
Of Every sort.
To look
and try to speak.
And failure...
Then it's Noon.
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