I am not a good man. I have my father's dentition, his regalia of shame.
They look at me, & it is not them who hurt. It is the vase I filled with my love, hoping it was everything my hibiscus needed to thrive.
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I am not a good man. I have my father's dentition, his regalia of shame.
They look at me, & it is not them who hurt. It is the vase I filled with my love, hoping it was everything my hibiscus needed to thrive.