Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Arg!
I don't believe in treasure,
Buried or otherwise,
But I saw gold in you
And proceeded to melt you
Down into something that
I could easily mold,
But that was like trying to
Put lipstick on a pig.
10-29-09
Buried or otherwise,
But I saw gold in you
And proceeded to melt you
Down into something that
I could easily mold,
But that was like trying to
Put lipstick on a pig.
10-29-09
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