There were no colours on the trees this year. My piano, somewhere on the world.
"I woke up and I found you
my personal rainbow."
Drank all my coffee, had my hair washed. Reckoner.
"We're faceless. You cannot attack us."
Cut our lifes like an old potato. Seperate. I'm alone here and I'm talking to my cat.
DIET OF WORMS.
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