mistakes

everyday is a mistake like a take way into my umbrella

and there ' s no rain to pourrrring down my cheeks

there 's not even a regret tear mistakes ,mistakes ,

1000 snakes on a dried rock by a virgin sun in an old winter.

so disgusting flies.

there's

something wrong about these snakes somehow forgotten by a foster God


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