You blacked it all out,
What's written on your sleeve,
I know I know I know
What still written underneath
And it will be there
Yes,
We will know, and isn't that OK?
I think I know, why you buried it
Because you were done, with what you we're thinking?
But, is it that? Because I'm the same; and isn't that OK?
Oh, isn't that OK?
I'm the same, and
Isn't that OK?
T. Plotz
Isn't That OK
15 FEB 2017
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