Time does things. Knots your bootstraps and puts you to sleep.
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love is hell
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oh my.
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murder, before I die
This cheery afternoon the crows are nowhere to be found, but I make the best of laced boots and prowl my old ‘hood.
Time does things. Knots your bootstraps and puts you to sleep.
This cheery afternoon the crows are nowhere to be found, but I make the best of laced boots and prowl my old ‘hood.