you were scared if I thought you were cool or not.
It started raining, so we ran to feel the shelter.
Inside of your house.
Just off the road by Cambell’s Hill.
It was where I cracked my head open.
Had a thirty stitched up swell.
To avoid the cold dead air.
Inside of your house.
This time let it resonate through you.
I am the patron saint of sin.
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