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- July 8, 2019
Yellow Noose
Hanging on the branch In the cold wind blowing, I see nothingness—growing, And my world is in a tranche. And it bellowed down upon
Hanging on the branch In the cold wind blowing, I see nothingness—growing, And my world is in a tranche. And it bellowed down upon
…If you’re with somebody who has a serious illness, you can usually talk to them, have a laugh every now and then – the person