fabrication

[youwereintheair]

Its almost like a heart praising god and the stigmata that comes, when your mother reminds you of a photo your grandmother kept of her long distance lover that bled for his love. Its the stigma attached when you're filling the air with "a prisoner of this town" and "where is the rain" when the weather is a little less damp and folds you like you

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[anonymous]

sarah this is megan
and that was beautiful

thank-you.

as melbourne grows colder with each passing day - warm words for cold hearts.
appreciation grows like wild fire.