Trouble
Trouble doesn’t knock.
I ask Trouble in.
Trouble sits patiently in the corner
and waits.
Oh, Trouble.
I serve you tea.
We have a nice conversation.
And you leave.
I’m a fucking coward.
Trouble doesn’t knock.
I ask Trouble in.
Trouble sits patiently in the corner
and waits.
Oh, Trouble.
I serve you tea.
We have a nice conversation.
And you leave.
I’m a fucking coward.
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