Paroles de Hinges
Lately making habit of letting the mind slipYou’d think you’d eventually tire of making plans
Woven, unwound, of the same thread and label
You leap, they bound, bleed out
No poise, no patience, the hinges swing
Rust, break. hold on tight
Hole the line
Hold tight.
Hole the line
Hold tight.
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