Fragments
Even those tears, I me mine I me mine I me mine.
We're on our way home.
Are you hoping for a miracle?
Yeah, I'm off to the civil war.
Dish me out another tailor-made compliment, tell me about some destiny I can't prevent.
He'll do his duty when he's grown.
Life is useless like Ecclesiastes say.
We're in a tight spot.
He was a good man they said.
He was a gentleman they said.
Even when life spat in his face
he put everything back
in its right place.
1 Comments:
How creepily appropriate. Yes, I'm a little weirded out, but I like it a lot.
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