Frank Drake
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slip of paper

i had something to tell you but i forgot it slipped my mind must have slipped my mind

i had a dream about you and you were crying but i can’t remember why i can’t remember why

the devil came to me in my dream but i flew about his head and i tormented him he was trying to act tough, he was trying to act tough but i saw his make-up i hovered overhead and i tormented him

hey wait, hey wait i remember why you were crying it was on a slip of paper

there was something i wanted to tell you it was on the paper, written on the paper