-reech out
darling, we go drowning


In My DreamsShe can’t look you in the face When she tells you she hates this place. She says, “It’s too easy to breath here, Where nebulas fade and we’re Nothing more than accidents In cannon balls and cement.” We’re always closer than we seem On the bridges in my dreams.In My Dreams
Where the music pounds in my ear Silhouettes in the stratosphere A set of broken knees Will put miles between the poets and me
It’s a struggle to see in black and white; Monday eyes on Friday nights. And aren’t you the one who made these Gardens of weeping daisies? Well, hold on
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"...if man is five and the devil is six than that must make me seven"
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