Not this neck of the woods again.
They say Annie Wilkes found you
and brought you here.
You know the face,
but not the name.
Leaving so soon?
You just checked in.
Death is not a parallel move.
Neither is living at the
Love will terrace apartments.
Eye of the needle and thread.
If wolf is at the door,
Guess who's in bed?
Butcher, baker, candlestick maker?
Or is it simply Norman?
Mar 6, 2024
Mar 6, 2024 at 2:10 PM UTC
Not this neck of the woods again.
They say Annie Wilkes found you
and brought you here.
You know the face,
but not the name.
Leaving so soon?
You just checked in.
Death is not a parallel move.
Neither is living at the
Love will terrace apartments.
Eye of the needle and thread.
If wolf is at the door,
Guess who's in bed?
Butcher, baker, candlestick maker?
Or is it simply Norman?
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