days, windy days
maybe snow
demi-tasse, please
--a little is not too much
to go on
i'll, i'll
--oh, i admit it
on the intake of breathe
when you, silly, didn't count
letters between letters
ill
my fortune is not so ill
in a hurry i mark down
up, yes, wall, green
gray, lady, stay
i'll
say, that's better. look
the birdcage in the bottle
stings
but see, the sun rises: yellow
feathers brush and
he sings
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4 comments:
occaisonally, i find myself insanely jealous of your mad skillz, kid.
more than occasionally, i find myself jealous of your mad skillz.
in this particular case, i am simply happy.
happyyyyyy
the italics bit is all about this song called "this town, your grave." do not worry, i am a straightedge kid and i do not think i would enjoy murdering people! :D
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