Blatantly pacing impatiently, waiting for daylight. I'm tired and wide awake, but it's not the right time of morning. It's a burning in the brain and the ***** of my eyes that keeps me in waking and my bed is cold and my hand is empty of yours, darling. The situation is hardly dire, but if you'd light my fire I'd be higher and we could be flyer together...
Nov 15, 2010
Nov 15, 2010 at 8:03 PM UTC
Blatantly pacing impatiently, waiting for daylight. I'm tired and wide awake, but it's not the right time of morning. It's a burning in the brain and the ***** of my eyes that keeps me in waking and my bed is cold and my hand is empty of yours, darling. The situation is hardly dire, but if you'd light my fire I'd be higher and we could be flyer together...
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