I may not speak, but I still hear.
You cut like butter and taste like beer.
A rhyme against the sun and sky,
I am not yours to justify.
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 10:08 PM UTC
I may not speak, but I still hear.
You cut like butter and taste like beer.
A rhyme against the sun and sky,
I am not yours to justify.
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