alter, boy
a tick, a tock, an aftershock
graciously ensuring an unsteady footing
i truly cannot count on anythingso sentimental
the flavours never change
you know it’s detrimental, but
these days what isn’t?
a tick, a tock, an aftershock
graciously ensuring an unsteady footing
i truly cannot count on anythingso sentimental
the flavours never change
you know it’s detrimental, but
these days what isn’t?
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