Poke at my Iris, why can't I cry about this? Maybe there is something that you know that I don't? We adopt a brand new language Communicate through pursed
Poke at my iris, why can't I cry about this? Maybe there is something that you know that I don't? We adopt a brand new language, communicate through
feel like a swallow A swallow which by some mistake Has gotten into an attic And knocks its head against the walls in terror This is not a rabbit skinned
