All of us now bent as we fall To amorous light we call out Why are we so alone Even with company? If not the moon will us guide Will then the street light? All of us now breathe it like smoke To know what it's like Breathing to choke Well, for nine days A small moth has tried to escape Our bedroom Why are we so alone Even with company? We are the prey For each day a striking distance
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"If you cut me blood wouldn't come out The Mars Volta would. Every one would say 'Where IS that high-pitched siging and mind-blowing guitar coming from?' and I'd be all 'Oh my bad, I cut my finger on this broken glass...'"
(My page is lonely.)
Devious Comments
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A BIG fan of bowl cuts and round eye's
I must fave it. < 33
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A little green lotus.©
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"If you cut me blood wouldn't come out The Mars Volta would. Every one would say 'Where IS that high-pitched siging and mind-blowing guitar coming from?' and I'd be all 'Oh my bad, I cut my finger on this broken glass...'"
(My page is lonely.)
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strange saint, lame angel.
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