Cornflower blue covered capsules
They turn the axles now
I know that you’d be scared too
If you surfed a furrowed brow
I could love the rain more if
I wasn’t made of wooden bones
And I would love me more if
I didn’t have such a fragile soul
Aug 26, 2021
Aug 26, 2021 at 11:32 AM UTC
Cornflower blue covered capsules
They turn the axles now
I know that you’d be scared too
If you surfed a furrowed brow
I could love the rain more if
I wasn’t made of wooden bones
And I would love me more if
I didn’t have such a fragile soul
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