i want my hill and my bay.
and my good old friend, atom.
where do all the lovers meet with one another, in an effort to uncover
what has happened to the silent days?
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- personal documentation, for myself more than you
- i am the key to the lock in your house.
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- just dance, gonna be okay
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- dont come around, ive got my own hell to raise.
- dirty dirty poem< YOU KNOW I DONT NEED YOU.
- is it enough to have some love?
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- the good that won't come out
- in dreams, emotions are overwhelming.
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- on a radiohead binge....
- quick! change the song!!!!!
- blood on the moon
- belligerent, following the stars of your eyes.
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1 comment:
they meet up in my pants GURRRRL!!!
on a serious note, the last piece is so indie beautiful!
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