listen to love’s marching band.
i am tired of my grief, and I would like you to love me.
don’t look at your feet, while you can look at stars.
don’t forget to love me.
a song delivered to you, a wind chill and blank space. the song is quiet, so you can sleep.
Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 3:25 AM UTC
listen to love’s marching band.
i am tired of my grief, and I would like you to love me.
don’t look at your feet, while you can look at stars.
don’t forget to love me.
a song delivered to you, a wind chill and blank space. the song is quiet, so you can sleep.
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