Jerusalem under a setting sun
Troubles melt like springtime
Bathed in the new and old
I let the sand pile up in my room.
Tread the streets in sandaled feet
Smile at everyone you never meet
Buy bread under a tent
My house is made up of bones
I'm bad at vulnerability I like to tie off places Where mess might hide Might wander in to introduce themself Until I'm all kn...
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