more like they fall out.
Hungry eyes rarely whisper
Saturday, June 04, 2005
Eye Sore Sighted...
I can't get enough of it.
Swarms of pointless gestures.
Caught standing upside down.
Accepting nothing, holding it all.
P.e.a.c.e. will forever feel like prison.
Shoulders hurt.
I can't get enough.
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