i have to take my fair share of th… loved this song from the moment i heard it and shouldn’t be surprised that she loved it too
the blade has always been dull how it was made never
what happened to it? pen with which he wrote the note ink of his last words
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in all restaurants madness overwhelms the staff spirits break like plates
I keep coming back just when ya think “there is no
you drag a soul around in a body and some nights it’s a bag of bricks wondering if there’s anything left to dream for
Life is a series of tragedies with… But what is good for those who suf… than what is good for those who do… —for Brian Salvador Curley
I like to pretend in alternate uni… where everything is almost the sam… just different in a few spots under another sun the two of us worked
i love music i know everyone does but i really do nothing can soothe me as much as
there will plenty of time to be si… when the abyss avalanches down upo… burying you deep into eternal abse… so raise your voice while you stil… because even if you can’t yell tom…
she heard him crying before the knock at the door two cops with bad news
dressed only in screams showered with water and death life escapes by drain
to have this moment back years from now as i recollect on this poem on this night it’s insignificance shattered with…
she passes a man but her scent is the full moon and a wolf follows