Weird scenes inside the goldmine…
Pain, you knock on my bonesLike old pipes in the winter,You steal my breath,Leaving me gaspingAnd graspingFor…
Music hath charms…
Our heart’s fingerswere never madeto play but one tune.
Ἀποθανεῖν θέλω.
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Canoodle away the daze.Low productivity remainssadly underpaid.Yawning an elusive luxury.Dreams do not demandTo Do lists…