they told me how they fear it now they're placing it on their tongues
lost at sea
tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us
sometimes i wish for falling
the heart dies a slow death; shedding each hope like leaves
tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again
like origami swans, we could be set out to sea
diamond in the rough
ghost valves
whimsical, like magic (without the bees.)
I've got a place that I painted white
pretty vacant
J'adore the girl who tamed the tigers. More, more, more please!!
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