Junk Drawer
…But here it was
a box of epithets typed
in mysterious symbols,
a pile of hurts
drawn from the drawer
…But here it was
a box of epithets typed
in mysterious symbols,
a pile of hurts
drawn from the drawer
‘I don’t mind a little darkness
but I’ve had more than there’s a right to be…’
Why make a mixtape when you can simply order your smart hub to play anything you want, any time of the day or night? I’ll tell you why…
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