Sunday, February 27, 2011

A Sudden Puncture

We spoke effortlessly,
Like music flowing through a breathing instrument.

You have broken my strings.
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the truth about freedom

The space between inhale and exhale the space between stars fill up with air, and collapse into dust I walk a sunlit path and breath...

  • Wounded
    I know she left a mark. But all I'm trying to do, Is erase it. You won't let me.
  • Hit
    The entire year has been playing on repeat. I couldn't tell you who the fuck I am.