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-count the rings something sings if you let go of yourself you might just hear it there's not just one; more than one name for a spirit
-a house cor churches; banners of lament built of pills, blood, love and cement flags at half-mast, though good intentions never fall reader kind, what good we sow
-irony is dead
-roads that spiral in shattered like glass rewrote like victor's history great minds losing ways, bridges burnt at sunrise, our compass is our mystery
-too simple; damned. I was just a tide to your moon, but now i'll die a fucking cannibal
-lively tin cans, broad shoulders of atlas, shrugged, yet we spin as we swing through space, we will and have never known grace from which we pray to fall
-brilliant; in one breath you can say how mine takes yours away, and yet call me a liar over something as simple as this admittance when I hurt: 'I love you' -- how quickly life turns, just as my insides churn, ebbing back and forth, tides to your moon. all i've ever wanted was to sleep in with you, past noon"