And finally your fingers clipped
trying their best to win
and your hand studied my face
from the forehead to the chin.
So today i cut my fingernails
and clutched my face when
i did my best to figure out
what you had learnt back then.
A lonesome day.
Life can become monotonous, expression never can. Cities can change, and people may never revert hence, but what one writes always stays the same. This is as boring a blog as you may ever read, as irritating as any writing may ever get, and you are obviously as stupid as they ever came.
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