what will become of these gestures that we made.
i've given up my bible, you moved out of state.
a sad son's smoldering soul.
give you three bucks for your sympathy
and another for a cigarette
the interaction feels so cold.
darlin this is when i met you,
for the third time not the last
your eyes covered and your tail between your legs.
i've given up my bible, you moved out of state.
a sad son's smoldering soul.
give you three bucks for your sympathy
and another for a cigarette
the interaction feels so cold.
darlin this is when i met you,
for the third time not the last
your eyes covered and your tail between your legs.


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