Oh, you’re not coming back again, Discarded all the niceties,
For nothingness,
Oh, you’re not coming back again, Discarded all the lifeness,
For nothingness.
So where are all the goods?
Sitting down all puckered up,
I don’t know if,
This feeling goes both ways.
And like we always do. Doing things that we can’t do.
Submitted December 23, 2018 at 09:26AM by fran2d2 http://bit.ly/2rPBvdn
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