Sell me the sun dad, cause i have disowned it it has driven me mad and i have really blown it spell me the dictionary and the words upon it Take my desire for ministry find a grave and dance upon it Sell me a rebooted dream of black cofee and cream of biscuits andContinue reading “Rebooted in Quatrains”
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I don’t know what it’s doing there in the garden It’s rusty can time
Clip my wings again, I feel ashamed Go behind my back Let me loose track and just let me go with your blessing. Dad, I care.