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Who knows where I’ll be headed And who I’ll be after that To my sole credit I laid a man down on the tracks I’m tired in my stare Strides hurt a great deal Nobody’s hired to care Pride can’t afford a meal If Consolation Day comes I won’t know my way home My tonsils are flayed My lungs are made of stone I’ll crow
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Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 1:25 PM UTC
Consolation Day
Who knows where I’ll be headed And who I’ll be after that To my sole credit I laid a man down on the tracks I’m tired in my stare Strides hurt a great deal Nobody’s hired to care Pride can’t afford a meal If Consolation Day comes I won’t know my way home My tonsils are flayed My lungs are made of stone I’ll crow
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DerrekEstrella
20/M/The ISS
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 1:25 PM UTC
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