How does, who does, do we choose one
why can't I
13 Dimensions
If we stretched this hour
it would go on forever
once
In my time of dying
I don't want nobody to cry
All
All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't
We've dug our graves under separate candlestick tonight,
The moon separates
I fell in love with a ghost
He's just a shadow
My windows are on the street
and there's knives in my
Slipping seething living breathing
ghost on my mind
ponder flounder searching
Once because we always were there.
I’m impressed you've never
In the cool of the evening
when everything is getting kinda
The clock died at a quarter to midnight
Frozen angels on
Sour, dour, drowning
wrists tied and twisting
dance a nursery tune
it's two
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