I have used up all my words
and all of my thoughts.
you yanked them out of my throat
as if I was some magic trick
with never ending scarves.
well I’m not magic,
but now I’m empty.
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 1:22 AM UTC
I have used up all my words
and all of my thoughts.
you yanked them out of my throat
as if I was some magic trick
with never ending scarves.
well I’m not magic,
but now I’m empty.
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