Thank you
The dark wooden table in my room
It belongs in fables
Where witches fly on brooms
I don't deserve the scratches
It has upon it
But I am grateful for labor
That has produced this table
For the use of my own two hands above it
Street Girl
Bon appetit! She can't hear no shit I wonder what her headphones play I doubt it's a love song Because she is pretty lonely, I'd say, I'm lonely too, but I'm okay, She deserves better, But she is indifferent to my say
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