i feel my mind being towed
my organs are becoming cold
i didn't mean to fold
but the joint my demon's rolled
cannot be bought or sold
a piece of my body
is still on the market
but for you
i'm still
just a target
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 8:44 AM UTC
i feel my mind being towed
my organs are becoming cold
i didn't mean to fold
but the joint my demon's rolled
cannot be bought or sold
a piece of my body
is still on the market
but for you
i'm still
just a target
heart is not to be given away
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