Someone whom I don’t know rests beside me in my bed.
My head is that of crushed rocks
My pockets are flushed with copper and led.
Oh, fuck! Next week I’m soon to wed.
And it’s not the girl in my bed.
Someone whom I don’t know rests beside me in my bed.
My head is that of crushed rocks
My pockets are flushed with copper and led.
Oh, fuck! Next week I’m soon to wed.
And it’s not the girl in my bed.
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