May 2015
Let's crease our bodies,
Like paper birds,
Let everything be,
Til we're in our urns.
Swear our hearts,
On the brightest star,
Admire one another,
From so far.
Like paper birds,
Let everything be,
Til we're in our urns.
Swear our hearts,
On the brightest star,
Admire one another,
From so far.
