Wednesday, 6 October 2010

The winter comes i try my best to stay in touch
but leaves don't stay the birds decay
i smile with her

to stay in touch don't mean to much since I've been told
i mount the curb a brain refurb, i might try more




i have been expecting it for a long time in all honesty, if anything i think it was overdue -
when im flying home arachnids fall, come down my hairs.
it wasent nice!

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