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labor day preludeas these nights grow colder and these days grow quiet we find makeshift homes in rented rooms and toast to the memories we can't always rememberlabor day prelude
it's to cheep wine and cheaper motels too many cigarettes and crowded cafes it's to dime bags and fishing poles and that time that we almost crashed in his car
it's to staying up and sleeping in falling in love and finding yourself it's to back seats and back porches and that time the police found us in the park
and i swear to god, do you remember that time? we made love by the moonlight, orchestr
WaitingLone WolfLone wolf, why do you howl at night? Is it the lust that fills your veins, Or is it the sheep you slaughter by day? I know you never meant them harm.Lone Wolf
I could offer you forgiveness, a bullet through the air I could offer you myself, an eye for an eye But your sins, oh how they number And the children, oh how they cry...
Lone wolf, why do you howl at night? Is it the love you have to face, Or is it the towns you set ablaze? As you watch everything fall to ashes
You are an angel, alone among the chaos. You are a demon, but at least you're sincere.
Flying trioMute CityThe sky neutralized gray, covering up the light of day Splintered rays of sunlight flicker and fade A storm of discontent seeks to purge the plagued and diseased with a reconnaissance of acid-rain, similar to the poison riding your lips, the sulfur in your lungs and your anesthetic tongue hiss out lies and misconstrued truths (there’s always a catch) we’d rather hear the comforting deceit then see the truth which lays before us we’d rather hear these condoling falsehoods, we can’t handle the truth Pestilence takes flight on the wind, seeking to purge the plagued and diseased similarMute City
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I speak without uttering a single word
To depict images for those who cannot see
Tell truths with lies in my theater of the absurd
Bread and circuses, inflections, melancholy
Come near so I may whisper of things unheard
Come, join the folly.
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Aunque me dejastes ahogado en el mar, acuestate en la tierra de la realidad de tu sueño, manos me recuerdo solamente a ti te odio yo ya me voy
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// o t t o //
your mom.
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dool-say-day-lay-chay
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"Let's jump upon the sharp swords
and cut away our smiles
without the threat of death
there's no reason to live at all."
Viva la Vulva!
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++Your all kinds of beautiful++
haven't been on here for months. sorry for late replies
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dreams crushed at the seams of reality
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