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crooked and true

tell you to stay away any way i know it
smiling with my remaining teeth
they're so few i'll name em
after people i believe in
and we'll keep fighting
streets looking sick and grey
you'll stomp the blood out
and now it's like a monet
all blurry in red, pick up
happy pills where they lay
like berries
you soaked in rain and look
how you grew, all
crooked and true

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Publicerad 2020-12-06 15:56

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Love Död
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