Everythibg except flowers
Junctions, high streets
and your ghost, the day i struck out
i didnt know fate would be staged out to make god laugh
Whats his plan, that would we get along swimingly,
instead of cat fighting 4 dinner, smiles of submission
drops on the forehead due to events of love
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