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Itchy eyes and stained goodbyes Wind cracks the cobblestones and they bleed between your clenched toes Around and around circles full to the brim with holes Death by cream puffs and kisses I loverainysaturdays Keep walking. Disaster awaits…
He wove a basket from her hair. Strands of sorrow pulled from air. When the basket's done he'll soak it well Turn from lust Drink the dust Shave the excess away. Things said and done Shi. ft blurrrrrr …