All our lives are lived blindly and poorly,
Empty hearts filled with gold, guns, and glory.
But with you, every cell
Is a clock, striking twelve
Like the end, or the start of a story.
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 8:34 PM UTC
All our lives are lived blindly and poorly,
Empty hearts filled with gold, guns, and glory.
But with you, every cell
Is a clock, striking twelve
Like the end, or the start of a story.
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