Unfinished book of poems
Cannot escape time's rodents.
Self-mending broken hearts
Assemble from spare parts.
Lately I've been no one else,
Trying to distinguish from the rest.
Excuse me if I may seem rude
It's just a passing phase or mood.
Cannot escape time's rodents.
Self-mending broken hearts
Assemble from spare parts.
Lately I've been no one else,
Trying to distinguish from the rest.
Excuse me if I may seem rude
It's just a passing phase or mood.
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