[21 Feb 2006|09:34pm] god yr speckled blossom perfume-ridden wingtip fingers contrast a limp supine body and a voice that carries through open doors and a heart that bends and breaks with the heat escaping from its open sores yelling "all I ever wanted was a girl that would leave me alone!" (but would really hold you through the suffering springtime acidic rain, washing her feet and combing her mane, lighting up her scalp like a fucking bullet train." ) rewind

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