Applesauce

By , bel air, MD
Endless decay, no words to say
Faded existence, hated persistence
Hand lost in isolation, shattered a nation
Cards losing feeling, 25 holes in the ceiling
Brown mahogany wood, I never could
Waterfalls inside, hope has died





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