why’d hurt come from birth,
why’s it bound to the barrel of north.
dashing in and out of the blue—
where was your heart then,
what is it to you.
speedways, speedways—
all I ever chased,
but I never met that one pace.
Feb 25, 2025
Feb 25, 2025 at 5:21 PM UTC
why’d hurt come from birth,
why’s it bound to the barrel of north.
dashing in and out of the blue—
where was your heart then,
what is it to you.
speedways, speedways—
all I ever chased,
but I never met that one pace.
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