Gord

2025-11-26 09:58 pm

He puts on a cap,
Face like his dads,
So they clap,
Regardless, for all he lacks,
Is what lover's want.

Please come back,
Please come back,
He begs to a darkness,
Change my path.

Away, my hands,
Take my grasp,
At the other end, nothing
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