they told me that mystery is a virtue
that it intrigues and prevails over
dullness in the soul itself
i sigh into the fumes of my cup
caress a petal on the withering china
say, oh well i'm an open book
and an open book can't be closed
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 1:58 PM UTC
they told me that mystery is a virtue
that it intrigues and prevails over
dullness in the soul itself
i sigh into the fumes of my cup
caress a petal on the withering china
say, oh well i'm an open book
and an open book can't be closed
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