It was in an odd box
With finger like locks
Held their inside death's hand
To look inside is to understand
The undead days
In which life can slip away
As in a day we love
We rarely age
Love your life.
Do better.
With finger like locks
Held their inside death's hand
To look inside is to understand
The undead days
In which life can slip away
As in a day we love
We rarely age
Love your life.
Do better.
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