The bandages would not heal a wound,
for the footprints burden her,
switch off the lights and find darkness,
for the charcoal is already up,
do not cry, when Tom dies,
for you once threw the coffee cup,
No matter which ends you choose
humanity is certain to lose.
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 6:24 AM UTC
The bandages would not heal a wound,
for the footprints burden her,
switch off the lights and find darkness,
for the charcoal is already up,
do not cry, when Tom dies,
for you once threw the coffee cup,
No matter which ends you choose
humanity is certain to lose.
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