The alcohol is the rest without curiousity. The sadness is the fury. drawn to me a tapered heart. in a.place, their is no such steady wind. he lyes his coat down so I may walk above the rain.
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Fought the falling fought in the mirror death is calling. So, let her die let her die row her across the dark waters eyes. Fought the falling fought the falling In the vanity the wind was stalling. Silent is the rain. Let her die let her die row her across the dark waters eyes.
Maybe outside has a nightmare to discuss with my shadow. Possibly, catching one is easier with bow and arrow. Theirs a fair chance of rain. I reflect more then. With the streets bare and hollow a nightmare is sure to follow; Ill start the hunt on valentines day.