writing and rotting
Monday, May 11, 2020
And if it's one thing
That God spared us some mercy on,
Was the silent prayers
Of both yours and mine,
To have a little extra time
On our hands,
Before i leave like
Smoke between your palms,
I've hated airports
Ever since I knew
I had to leave
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