Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
There is a sewer rising
I bite my nails
As it tosses me ‘cross the room
There is the sewer
It hurts my nails
As it goes on by
Hueless as my hope
Illness fogs my mind
I’m going away for a while
It’s like a destiny