
"I see your teeth in an eroded grimace
From your biting back the pain,
And if I had the strength for smiling
You'd see my pain looks the same.
Now I must walk these roads to freedom
'Cause I can hear them call my name
In due time I shall return
And my first words will be your name."
-Will Oldham
Labels: but grief is a compromise, It's not better


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