my back from rushingpinions extend soaring
i'll wont fall
there's fire in these most of all
it's love
bearing me skyward heavens bound
(sinew and cloud)
cerulean you got me craving
those plush
ambering hills neatly piled
i
over
sweeping
my arms
and eyes
stab 'em
gentle
and
they'll
,
deflating ,
get into one ****** mass
and i'll eat 'em
Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 2:16 AM UTC
my back from rushingpinions extend soaring
i'll wont fall
there's fire in these most of all
it's love
bearing me skyward heavens bound
(sinew and cloud)
cerulean you got me craving
those plush
ambering hills neatly piled
i
over
sweeping
my arms
and eyes
stab 'em
gentle
and
they'll
,
deflating ,
get into one ****** mass
and i'll eat 'em
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