throw out your chills
heat the pills, pay the bills
ive finished my books
filled all the nooks in my blood
strung my guitar and carried the trash
splashed water on my face
this isn't my place.
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1 comment:
How classicaly thrilling and ghost like, yet down to earth. Bravo indeed for such a marvoluse little piece!
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