I write logs and graph our calls
I guess I couldn't hear the fly
slowly writing on the walls
your cursive eludes me, why?
What goes around didn't come back this time
but when entropy reverses our cold breath
and you **** me back in, I'd like to meet death
I'm sweating now; but, I won't die a heat death
Jul 2, 2023
Jul 2, 2023 at 1:23 PM UTC
I write logs and graph our calls
I guess I couldn't hear the fly
slowly writing on the walls
your cursive eludes me, why?
What goes around didn't come back this time
but when entropy reverses our cold breath
and you **** me back in, I'd like to meet death
I'm sweating now; but, I won't die a heat death
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