She wrote with her valves, a hole in her heart
Slowly trying to die from loneliness and fear
He drafted powerful poetry using his bowels
You could tell he was allergic, probably nuts
Slowly trying to die from loneliness and fear
He drafted powerful poetry using his bowels
You could tell he was allergic, probably nuts
Had to run away from them, cerebral impostor
Call me a coward, then break another mirror
Call me a coward, then break another mirror
©Jajjazz
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