If feelings could do you justice, there would be no money. Breaks are there for a reason. Guns and pistolles, cars and trains. We all play with them, unaware.
They say only the sky's the limit, only to cut my desire from the beginning. Afterwards, you are left. And if I ask why, they say stay silent. Things happen.
What if the Sun caught fire and the wind caught smoke? What would be left.
Guns and pistolles, cars and trains.
Molly
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