Begin

February 7, 2023

Back to the beginning

When we were skinned knees

And gaps for front teeth

True love was only but a dream

Now we meet reality

You’re all crusty cocaine noses

And I’m all ruined roses

How I wish I never allowed that dream to become my nightmare

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