You lived alone
in your quiet house
upon the hill
My words were creeping up
like razors scraping through
your pale little skin
Our lips now
daily recieve kisses
from eachother
They don't know us
Jul 11, 2011
Jul 11, 2011 at 11:40 AM UTC
You lived alone
in your quiet house
upon the hill
My words were creeping up
like razors scraping through
your pale little skin
Our lips now
daily recieve kisses
from eachother
They don't know us
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