The wind chimes of a memory old
(Molding thru time kind of hurts)
Tempting the sea mistress,
And boiling the sea below the heart.
To cure anxiousness
Can you puke butterflies?
-I need now desensitize
I know the spawn sleeps.
I know the soft cries of the seagulls over empty parking lots
As we sat enjoying sunsets.
Which never happened.
I've seen the pillars decaying through, though.
Yeah
molding through time kind of hurts.
Can't you tell.
Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 2:06 PM UTC
The wind chimes of a memory old
(Molding thru time kind of hurts)
Tempting the sea mistress,
And boiling the sea below the heart.
To cure anxiousness
Can you puke butterflies?
-I need now desensitize
I know the spawn sleeps.
I know the soft cries of the seagulls over empty parking lots
As we sat enjoying sunsets.
Which never happened.
I've seen the pillars decaying through, though.
Yeah
molding through time kind of hurts.
Can't you tell.
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