sleepytime sadness
morning groaning
a wave of horrible sounds
as our wrecking ball swings forth
crashing in a momentous cascade
crushing everything that was once beautiful
our old, tall building
I think you once coined the term ‘friendship’
morning groaning
a wave of horrible sounds
as our wrecking ball swings forth
crashing in a momentous cascade
crushing everything that was once beautiful
our old, tall building
I think you once coined the term ‘friendship’
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“as our wrecking ball swings forth” got to me. once it builds up that momentum there isn’t much else to do except brace for impact.
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