Stomach cramps, but I refuse to regurgitate words.
I'm not saying much more beyond: "I'm sad."
Life is a bitch that doesn't care who gets slapped
Talked to the grave
Nothing spoke back.
Hope? In the words of one man
But in the hearts of a whole [nation]
Things should be morphing
But I rather be a chameleon--don't see me.
Don't find me.
Pretty, pretty please?
The keys are in the garage
Played frequently and hammered gently.
It was love at first note --another reason why dreams shouldn't be deferred...
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