outside is cold
while the tears rising
from the bottom of his heart
are boiling hot
so the softhearted man
keeps them rolling and rolling
inside his eye sockets
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 5:25 PM UTC
outside is cold
while the tears rising
from the bottom of his heart
are boiling hot
so the softhearted man
keeps them rolling and rolling
inside his eye sockets
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