the man without fault coined a phrase to my face | 1 |
he said we were all waiting ardently for change | 2 |
when she left home it seemed to never stop raining | 3 |
and just as soon as i could speak, the world became profane | 4 |
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to my ingrown prophecies and cataclysmic wounds | 5 |
I'm in debt for my misuse | 6 |