Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Sunday, September 7, 2008
"...skies painted film noir"
I trace “what could have beens” around your face while you sleep and I pray that whatever it is you need..is what I am.
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I like the way your eyes are screaming at me
we’re silently anxious
my heart’s bursting into a song
and I want to sing forever into your mouth
we’re silently anxious
my heart’s bursting into a song
and I want to sing forever into your mouth
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