Monday, February 1, 2010

Bad taste in mouth,
exes in my eyes,
doubt bombs in floorboard sea,
fine without all this CGI,

Spent the night spent,
and spilled your signs... all over myself,
myth makes matter missing the optimism and our time by the water,
she has your eyes,

You make it so everyone else... rationaleometer is fucked,

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