you twist my guts over
wring them in between
your hands like wet laundry
spinning them with joy
and dread
i miss your steel guitar and your star crossed heart
but i can never look at you the same again.
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 1:53 AM UTC
you twist my guts over
wring them in between
your hands like wet laundry
spinning them with joy
and dread
i miss your steel guitar and your star crossed heart
but i can never look at you the same again.
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