Imagine the clouds dripping.
Dig a hole in your garden to put them in.
Monday, May 9, 2011
i love you like grave danger like moon shining disguise
It's a spun tongue, it's a
Holy shit, it's a
Loud cry from your heart
It's a live death, it's a
Big breath, it's a
No more we're apart
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