stilettos and broken bottles
...there are power lines in our bloodlines...
November 14, 2014
and maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up
the august sky will then bare witness
to a brand new chapter with torn up pages
this structure fell about our feet and we were free to go
what kind of equation could i possibly employ?
all the white horses are still in bed
i notice a chill in the air, september is creeping up fast
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