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[spoiltmyheart]

When the moon burnt warm with its pure white light
under different alcoholic skies
i shed my skin and became the butterfly
where my dweeby worm was thrown away
reimbursed my former defficiencies,
and sent my eyes upwards rolling heaven down
where nothing but attraction means anything to me
and grass hoppers are the only fucking sound.

Comments

[35percent]

"alcoholic skies" that's my favorite part.
oh yeah, and I love you.

[sunkcost]

e-mail me and tell me all about greece and send pictures.
please. please, aibhlin.