It's the day before the rest of my life
And I
All the parents of the children of December
Have a clutch
I will always carry
the words of your
prediction with me
Even though
Who do you think you're fooling with those brown eyes?
Everybody
Cold fries, I'm half a cigarette
From believing they doubled my
You're not the only one
who thinks they're the only one
to
Love is homeless
Where is
Love is shapeless
Who needs
Love is dangerous
Love
It's a sidewalk symphony/roadside suite.
It's the trash-bag canopies on Eldert
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