pity is precarious but home is where the heart is
dont explain if you want to tell them why
I note the positions of Terrylined neighbours
or how arbitrary the heart.
stuff that matters changes out of time and outside
the margin. Can you see how tunnelled it is?
a different kind of truth - one that can't be told
in words, to the young, to me, or to the old...
(there it is/ what took us so long)
dont explain if you want to tell them why
I note the positions of Terrylined neighbours
or how arbitrary the heart.
stuff that matters changes out of time and outside
the margin. Can you see how tunnelled it is?
a different kind of truth - one that can't be told
in words, to the young, to me, or to the old...
(there it is/ what took us so long)
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