Wednesday, August 12, 2020

Snare


I can start pushing the sticks and stones away from my bones
when I pull the sorries out of you another after an other 
like a magician's set of knotty scarves

Hey! There's so much time, there's time till the end of time
Let's hope you get there still improvising your innocence
fucker, the deadline went yesterday

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