Tag: depression
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All Ulysseslessness (A Man For All Ulysseasons)
So many rats tramping in ranks behind me they call me Hamlin When I turn nib devil sparks fly like too many plugs jammed in The line the floor like plaguebearing lino I’m Cain neither lido nor coco, float cheek and get cutthroat When the donetalking are brokenosed my loaf flows bring bros low I’m…
Alchemisland 