7 Years Clean
I wish I possessed a few more.
Maybe just 2 or 3
There are still parts of my legs
That appear empty.
And without them
I sense nothing.
The farther away
The deeper they reach
With an intensity far from surpassing.
Maybe just 2 or 3
There are still parts of my legs
That appear empty.
And without them
I sense nothing.
The farther away
The deeper they reach
With an intensity far from surpassing.