Sight’s no carpenter’s hammer
No quick dry concrete
It’s flimsy and topples in the breeze
Just because you feel it
Doesn’t mean it’s real
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 3:53 AM UTC
Sight’s no carpenter’s hammer
No quick dry concrete
It’s flimsy and topples in the breeze
Just because you feel it
Doesn’t mean it’s real
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