With morsels of blood
That flow through dented
Hearts wanting love
I get up with another
Quarter’s worth of will
He didn’t want to give
But I told him I kill
I look like shame
That question’s all the same
I guess I’ve learned that pain
Is inherent to the game
But I’m seen everyday
Paw-happy in rain
Managing my spirits’
And the famous nicknames
Do I think about tomorrow?
Do I give? I can make it there.
Will I make it by on sorrow?
Will I forgive? I’ll only bum air.
Luke LaGraff is a lover of sandwiches, egg nog, and one of a kind days. He used to forget them, but now has realized he shouldn't; they have more meaning than ever at this point of his life. He enjoys the sun in LA and watches hockey and funny things whenever he can. He listens to people. He's from Tennessee.
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