Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Chartreuse
He wrote rhymes in
Music notes on the
Tender parts of my mind.
When I think of scars,
I think of the time
He peeled back my scalp
To test my mind
He had a bass that
Played on its own in
The wee hours, before
The sun was set to rise,
Before I was ready to move on.
6-8-08
Music notes on the
Tender parts of my mind.
When I think of scars,
I think of the time
He peeled back my scalp
To test my mind
He had a bass that
Played on its own in
The wee hours, before
The sun was set to rise,
Before I was ready to move on.
6-8-08
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