The Quitter by Max Elliot
She is best nearly empty
folded hands in the city
crystal gaze across the river to the stage
and the concert echoes like her brain
left to breathe in the sunlight
her misery is an apple pie
but it's nice to sleep after a sweet day
melt the fears away on an empty night
she separates...
Freak folk, united states
Freak folk, united states
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