Our yesterdays linger on the back of my tongue He’s locked the door again No one is allowed in but him And his music and his revenge that sits between his back teeth I say I don’t feel safe And I’m sad and I’m scared But those words fall to the wayside And so yesterdayContinue reading “Farming Character”
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