They Dream of Angels. I Dream of You
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
he knew me best...
The tide hasn't even come yet. Water logged and I think this time we're all fucking going down. I rather have rusted brass than thier sunken treasure. I rather be swept undertow... Smeared spirals don't say a fuckin thing to me.
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