The walls weren't always strong
and more times than not rain got in
The cracks would grow with my bones
and the attic was cloudy
The dirt would get dug into
mud covering the yard
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 12:27 AM UTC
The walls weren't always strong
and more times than not rain got in
The cracks would grow with my bones
and the attic was cloudy
The dirt would get dug into
mud covering the yard
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