like february sunlight in
frozen fields
like crows
powerlines
nothing connected to nothing in
the name of progress
and what i do is turn my
back on those who’ve escaped
what i fear is being 40
and then 45 and then 50
time is the enemy
words are for whores
and addicts
i can never just
make myself shut up
nothing connected to nothing in
the name of progress
and what i do is turn my
back on those who’ve escaped
what i fear is being 40
and then 45 and then 50
time is the enemy
words are for whores
and addicts
i can never just
make myself shut up
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