and now we're being all locked up
for someone else's crime
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Poetry❝ we're just fumbling through the grey, trying to find a heart that's not walking away. ❞ [ a collection of drabbles, musings and poetry: sometimes i like to pretend that i can write poetry when there's things i want to get off my chest ]
prison
and now we're being all locked up
for someone else's crime
