AIN'T THE WEDDING RING SUPPOSED TO STAY ON YOUR HAND? (IT FELL OFF FROM THE RECOIL)
This house says my name like an elegy
Oh my, oh my
Echoing where my ghosts all used to be
Oh my, oh my
There's still cobwebs in the corners
And the backyard's full of bones
Won't you stay with me, my darling
When this house don't feel like home?
---Curses by The Crane Wives
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The Bullet Punched Through the Wood--Learning how to shoot a gun properly can be very romantic, if done right. Annie is a woman who's determined to do this whole thing right.
