“Like Sun” I don’t remember this: drooling in my crib, the mom whose name I didn’t...
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“One-Way Song” Not the flyers brightly placed, suspiciously conspicuous for all to observe. Not her eyes smeared...
My clocks go crazy at midnights, They crawl down the walls, They are reflecting gloomy lights Of...
No Tomorrow I used to be quite beautiful The world was mine to own I had so...