My bones are cold
And my joints are cracking
My mind is distilled
And sleep is calling
And my joints are cracking
My mind is distilled
And sleep is calling
This was inevitable. The end is inevitable. Death is inevitable.
posted by Cpt. F.L.E.E.T.T.R.E.A.T.S. at 1:59 AM
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