Pestilence as I realize I’m on a sick screen indeed.
Something to retire to , why do you
Want to know.
Did I lure you here, incorrect facet.
Try again, dismal quakes.
I know why you’re here and at every parting view
Of a hedging tree I’ve found you pruning
Black Lillies for me.
Another mystery to abscond to, old man that plays in fakes and everyday
Is the inferior grandpa instead of genius of mega-glory.
Just a switch of tune and I’m reminded how much fun I’ve gotten myself into,
Especially when you reminded me after you’ve taken control of one of my playlists.
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