saints turned mules. (in voices.)
walkerjo lee

Oh Walker! Made me weep! Made me sorrow! Made me mourn, mourn for the lost, mourn for the wasted promise, mourn for the page torn from an old book just to wrap a piece of gum to throw away. Mourn for the was that was. And still is.

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