Some Sort of Smiling Face

Some Sort of Smiling Face

It aches in these times
Down the hill, it’s hard to remember to
Live before you die
Sit
Spin
Sin
Stain
Spit
Stoned
Stay
Slave
Sigh
Starve
Slime
Sty
Slain
I want to live until my death
No more, no less

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