17 April 2012
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 rock the boat He knew her well they said He held her tight when she was dead. Stained to the core and riddles with holes They drank cold soup and ate stale bread. Rhythm was nothing It was all
in my head.
Dreamcut 31 • Opuss № I