hold you down tonight. length out locks there's nothing
sweet about this. tips edges how i feel creeping's too soon-
everything its place tonight your mother shedding silk
its not that kind of lovely,
drysound pain rare on rare, chase
you down until you never say survive.
wept of two stain traces in the air low
too much feels alive
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What you let me borrow I return ;)
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<3
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she sounds like
a survivor to me.
-hugs tightly-
and that picture
is fantastic,
did you take it?
xoxoxo
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that's kissed sky just footsteps outside this house
every day another sight, only decemberjanuary skies.
now snow and that, in january- -sighs-
it's amazing to me
the lake freezes over and the birds flap their wings
and send the snow and ice all around them
xo
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