Here’s the thing: we’re
through, me and you; we’re
done. Stunned? And well you
might be. See, a tree is only as
broad as its branches, a tourniquet
as useful as the wound that it
stanches. And you are neither, not one.
So we’re done. Have fun!
I like this one. I can think of a lot of vices we might hold onto that we should be saying this to…
Tell me about it…
Nice rhyme … like it..
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