| Re: im the motha****ing Rhymenoceros
maybe hes dead
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I'm a ghostwriter for an ocean in a shell
From the poison well
In the corridor by a picture in a frame
Of a man with no name
Don't get back into a corner
Talking to yourself
Come on back to me
My bright tomorrow
But if you feel hollow
Well, it's probably because you are
Well, at least so far
I think of you with hesitation
I think of you too hard
I'm a ghostwriter for an ocean in a shell
From the poison well |