belief
My god. . .
Is tangled up and slipshod
Sometime shiftless and certifiably hazy
Just like me
Count on it
Is tangled up and slipshod
Sometime shiftless and certifiably hazy
Just like me
Count on it
. . .
POEMS FROM THE DEEEEEP END
C É S A R - M O N T E S A N O
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