something like that
tailored sheets, to fix this dirty bed, for once this dirt won't come all off. I can't be pushed aside. wind is blowing thru closed doors with shadows dancing in the hall. now hit the floor, crawl to the side, we've all made better moves despite the slowing of our feet. for once, let's leave the dreaming to someone else. our time has slipped away ( Read more... )
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