Your green will always torture me,
I'll always know your name,
Distanced from my memory,
You'll never do the same,
Or do you sit up holding me,
Like a breath in your lungs,
Like veins hold your blood,
Like footprints in the mud?
And does my Purple torture you?
And do you breathe my name?
And when it's dark and you can't sleep,
Am I the one to blame?
And I curse that you're a part of me,
Like a book holds it's words,
Like the sun always burns,
Like a road has it's turns,
Now i suffer on the wheel,
Time you traitor,
Time,
I Yield.














Comments
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~Ass-Soul is ma bitch.
Olive Juice.
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Psalm 32:1
Blessed is he
whose transgressions are forgiven,
whose sins are covered
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-.- Mr. J Killed Mr. L, Don't Try To Convince Me Otherwise, I SAW Him Do It, We All Did -.-
-.- I'd Rather Be DEAD Than Normal -.-
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Ceade mile failte
Come away! O, human child!
To the woods and waters wild,
With a fairy hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than
you can understand-W.B. Yeats :icongeekflirt:
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MYSTIC SPIRAL CONSUMES MY ASS IN A CLOUD OF LEAVES FALLING FROM THE MOONS GRACE... do i fit in here yet? Didn't think so... Olive Juice Too!
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MYSTIC SPIRAL CONSUMES MY ASS IN A CLOUD OF LEAVES FALLING FROM THE MOONS GRACE... do i fit in here yet? Didn't think so... Olive Juice Too!
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MYSTIC SPIRAL CONSUMES MY ASS IN A CLOUD OF LEAVES FALLING FROM THE MOONS GRACE... do i fit in here yet? Didn't think so... Olive Juice Too!
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Psalm 32:1
Blessed is he
whose transgressions are forgiven,
whose sins are covered
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