Found inside of shoe boxes.
Silk letters pressed to my ears.
Handed down depravity .
Defiled my sanity.
Never fit just right
and I wear it anyway.
There was a woman with a mind control problem today. She worked at her own home. Buying herself time that never existed anyway. She knew my name by heart and she wanted to meet me inside of a shoe box bar.
And her cat fell out of her egg carton years ago.
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