(Written in 2008)
What the hands want,
the heart desires
until the sun sets
and the moon retires.
Why the fuck am I at Wal-Mart
on Easter Sunday?
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(Written in 2008)
What the hands want,
the heart desires
until the sun sets
and the moon retires.
Why the fuck am I at Wal-Mart
on Easter Sunday?
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