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[mrtilley]

What ghosts exist behind these attic walls? There's got to be a simpler explanation because I scrimped and I saved just to find that they've been splicing my inventions. Cold skin and bones and this latitude. We're not paying until the heat comes through. So I slept in a stocking cap and wool scarf

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i still love that avatar of you, lover.

[ravieslave]

The lyrics almost weave themselves out shoegazingly. I want to know into what percent and magnitude the music lines. This is soft and gorgeous.

*smooths hair* Sweetness follows, Teclo. You'll see.

"Coriolan" x. T.S. Eliot

[ravieslave]

What shall I cry