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Nothing compares To shaking on top of an old Broken down windmill With you. Nothing compares To silent summers Sweating in the sweltering heat Of love. Nothing compares To bright blue brick walls Bringing about a brightening of bleary bland feelings. Nothing compares To dark auburn dreams Drifting down my darling's cheek. Nothing compares To radical rants On ruined romances raining rivulets of righteousness Upon those rotten adolescents. Nothing compares To myriads of murals Of most moved men Materializing Meandering In the fields below. Nothing compares To falling flat to fear Fretting and fanning To finish off This fantasy.
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Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 9:27 AM UTC
The Windmill
Nothing compares To shaking on top of an old Broken down windmill With you. Nothing compares To silent summers Sweating in the sweltering heat Of love. Nothing compares To bright blue brick walls Bringing about a brightening of bleary bland feelings. Nothing compares To dark auburn dreams Drifting down my darling's cheek. Nothing compares To radical rants On ruined romances raining rivulets of righteousness Upon those rotten adolescents. Nothing compares To myriads of murals Of most moved men Materializing Meandering In the fields below. Nothing compares To falling flat to fear Fretting and fanning To finish off This fantasy.
megan-louise
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Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 9:27 AM UTC
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