Ashes. Ashes.
Our souls drift like ashes in the brittle
I want to stop thinking of love
Dreaming of love
Defining
She was so beautiful to watch
Swirling in and out of
i see my answer on the end of a rope,
knowing your voice could awaken me - is what makes
angel, why am I so blind?
the room: sweat pouring,
if i could look down from the vantage of an
Dulcinea..
Dulcinea..
Dulcinea emerges
Dulcinea emerges
the bachelor..
the ba
I demand you return all the love I gave to
i know you need to ask of me
i know
Autumn leaves blowing across my floor
Windows broken out by the
cast out by angels,
cast out by faith.
like fallen
i like it like that
the eyes looking up to me
some
they're tearing me up in the sun
they're melting me down
overcome, one day, adam sat... wondering, of himself: "what have
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