

The Blue Lights Getting Closei spread rosin over my fingertips and traced letters on the cold surface of my window sill the residue is smoke breathing i love you into temporary expanses where i can blow theThe Blue Lights Getting Close
evidence of being lonely isolated spaced with five apart into the washed white creases the song whispered 'where dust fears to tread' and there are the shaded lines of light grip prints along the curve of vessels under broken skin and the ships that sail theyre spreading so im bleeding out pentagonal corners and writing letters to remind myself where i am falling from the chords
Lie To Me.
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you can never get blood on your light saber
how you be love?
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i have written few things in my life that i have truely liked, that i think worthy of the mere paper it rests on...
Firefly-Club
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i had seven faces
thought i knew which one to wear
I'm bloody fucking good
I think we both know that I'm the best you've ever had.
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