what?
"it doesn't make any sense"
he declares
as he stares
out the back
of his head
flaring through the dread
of another cold
winter's day
in May
in the hay
would you like to stay?
he declares
as he stares
out the back
of his head
flaring through the dread
of another cold
winter's day
in May
in the hay
would you like to stay?
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