while oceana sleeps.....
the chirp of the piano on the scratched vinyl is the ramains of our shattered days. in the black of night i see your face and wonder if we'll be together once again. a swollen throat crinced my vocal chords shut. the sweet duet of ours is over i suppose. a splinter in clockwork destroyed the memoirs of us
nothing is going on except christmas <3 ( Read more... )
nothing is going on except christmas <3 ( Read more... )
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