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twistedrope · 26-30, M
moondrops burst
out at you from their hiding place.
Like acid and oil on a madmans face
his reason tends to fly away.
Like leser birds on the four winds
like silver scrapes in may.
Now the sands become a crust
and most of you have gone away.
out at you from their hiding place.
Like acid and oil on a madmans face
his reason tends to fly away.
Like leser birds on the four winds
like silver scrapes in may.
Now the sands become a crust
and most of you have gone away.