Even Then
It was too late for tragic women--tragic anything.
Saturday, August 20, 2016
I got guns in my head and they won't go
And like, what did I think? I want to say, "uncle." I want to say, "parlay." I'm so sick of myself.
Do you know that one way to read that six upside down is a profession of love?
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