oh absalom, my son, my son.
cry out, travel miles to
worship, purify.
pray for him, the note
says all is disorder.
travel miles to tell those who
cannot hear, nor listen.
yet. if you cannot believe all
that is told, find a place your
own.
never mind the ancestors, absalom
my son.
sbm.
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 1:40 AM UTC
oh absalom, my son, my son.
cry out, travel miles to
worship, purify.
pray for him, the note
says all is disorder.
travel miles to tell those who
cannot hear, nor listen.
yet. if you cannot believe all
that is told, find a place your
own.
never mind the ancestors, absalom
my son.
sbm.
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