Tana Marie B  

1992 -   
"Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness" Read more
want  
like  
just  
heart  
love  
know  
pain  
mind  
eyes  
fuck  
skin  
need  
make  
dark  
feel  
shadows  
words  
open  
fucking  
leave  
away  
control  
lips  
count  
forgive  
sun  
time  
close  
oh  
smile  
look  
right  
forever  
cause  
days  
piece  
hate  
new  
hope  
thought  
dream  
body  
weak  
father  
dreams  
soul  
bruises  
 
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