I hear your name in the rustle of the wind,
in a dream of a gale that never ever ends,
transient seeds blowin' in the breeze, rotating all of the worlds degrees,
true love growing limbs and leave, ten feet tall and acorns fall...
everywhere.

the butterflies leak the stench of permanence.

taken.

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You would kiss me if it got you closer to my kidneys.

I think you better turn your ticket in, get your money back at the door.

tonight was pretty amazing.

I got to hear the new lyndsay diaries stuff, it's a full band and called Umbrellas.

free as a meteor and maybe as doomed.

thanks for standing me up

S!K3