Locked behind the door
Of glass, I sweep the floor
With my broken shoes
The morning's news
Is no news at all
My father on the wall
Ghosts are in the hall
I wish I was
Somewhere else
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 2:26 AM UTC
Locked behind the door
Of glass, I sweep the floor
With my broken shoes
The morning's news
Is no news at all
My father on the wall
Ghosts are in the hall
I wish I was
Somewhere else
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