washimaway
well, the time has come for me to bend and kiss the street, as a stray dog would at the sight of his master, i collapse in front of the lights.
in joy i would rejoyce, in sadness i would weep, and in coldness i will die.
but first i must carve the concrete, that will read: "sh.it it is cold here"
now say goodbye.
goodbye
in joy i would rejoyce, in sadness i would weep, and in coldness i will die.
but first i must carve the concrete, that will read: "sh.it it is cold here"
now say goodbye.
goodbye
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