might try to think fingers away,
a bird in the bath of my eternity
A sustained note:
those breathy songs
quiet love in that bedroom,
painted red then green then red again
that night like every other
Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 12:44 AM UTC
might try to think fingers away,
a bird in the bath of my eternity
A sustained note:
those breathy songs
quiet love in that bedroom,
painted red then green then red again
that night like every other
the stoplight at Grange and Stevenson will continue its never-ending cycle even once we're sleeping in different beds
There's something so lonely and lovely about that
I'm probably gonna change this a lot or delete it but I'm feelin a little whooopdeeedoo so I'm gonna post this!
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