that thing in your left eye, drooling empirical pyres
seems to lose it's children anywhere you last saw them...
they traipse through sewers of fresh love, higher
than brick kites, dwelling on skin,
every hour.
Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 2:47 PM UTC
that thing in your left eye, drooling empirical pyres
seems to lose it's children anywhere you last saw them...
they traipse through sewers of fresh love, higher
than brick kites, dwelling on skin,
every hour.
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