small poems & small plates
there's a little taste of sullenwhen the bark is on the vinewalking the chalky hillmakes me dizzy for that timeI fell into the fortune teller's cartand my last wishes were as wide as all that
there's a little taste of sullen
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walking the chalky hill
makes me dizzy for that time
I fell into the fortune teller's cart
and my last wishes were as wide as all that