Paper
Your peppered past is not the rose you led it on,
it's all the incidents,
you led it on,
paper nights leading understanding mornings,
to shake your size...
it takes me all night,
caught you on my sleeve,
stopped for eighteen minutes,
could not forget perfect imperfacts,
married thenext year away tonight,
make me work,
make me write
it's all the incidents,
you led it on,
paper nights leading understanding mornings,
to shake your size...
it takes me all night,
caught you on my sleeve,
stopped for eighteen minutes,
could not forget perfect imperfacts,
married thenext year away tonight,
make me work,
make me write
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Writer(s): Adrion Bryant
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