You can never be in love
until you learn to be alone,
you will never miss those heavy eyes
until you’re left with none.
Upon my life, the tracks have vanished,
We’ve lost our way, what shall we do?
It must be a demon’s leading us
This way and that around the fields.
How many are there? Where have they flown to?
Why do they sing so plaintively?
Are they burying some household goblin?
Is it some witches wedding day?
I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they’ve always worked for me.
Just cant get a good pic of her!
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Working 7 days a week and still spending say too much time thinking. Time to get a fourth job.
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