Eric Komosa
It doesn’t mean I don’t still and won’t always
Goodbye Mom. I’ll paint that room yellow rose
when the Maple tree you will not cut down
has let down its branches even further.
Erin will be fine when she stops having
ideas of what life is supposed to be like
or when she joins a cult.
Either way,
really.
It doesn’t mean I don’t still and won’t always
Goodbye Mom. I’ll paint that room yellow rose
when the Maple tree you will not cut down
has let down its branches even further.
Erin will be fine when she stops having
ideas of what life is supposed to be like
or when she joins a cult.
Either way,
really.
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