Blow Your Name in Smoke

Apr 20th, 2011 11:08:23 pm - Subscribe
Mood: faded

Tearing the dress down like falling on curtains.
Wish I could afford to feel this way forever.
Eating the girl beneath the Mondrian.
Wake me up in three months.
I am still waiting for this.
For something more.
It is not enough.
Chewing.
Claws.
Tears.
Bliss.
O.

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