Hand-fed triumph, spoils. Battles which you cant recall fighting in. This fancies your fit. You've settled down for a long winter's nap; Simply grown
Lift the sky above the city lights. After all, these are the brand new boundaries from which we offered and accepted the distinct ideas and evolving
Slave your slumber, it is ruin in miles. Holding her blank like memory. I saddle illusion. (And I burn delusion.) They were always one. Flint is a root
Desperate plans impact hearts. Do not stop seeking what you love or you might end up loving what you find. Tie me up and blind me with your... What is
Who can balance the time we once shared, the strength we must bare? Who can balance? Time can not wane any slower than this. This will be the first and
We still believe in you old friend. Indifferent helping hands. Venom's injected by rejects. "a lie makes it way half-way around the world before the
Those women are breaking monuments in their sleep. Constructing the rhythm, fracturing silhouttes. They are the products of their inconveniences. And
In hind sight for sore eyes on the prize fighter. Pilot, gunner, navigator, the sky. The mountains luke-warm, metaphorically speaking. Speaking of metaphors
In my left hand pocket, I may not have been aware, but there's a note addressed to "I Am." In my right hand pocket, I may not have been aware, another
The last letter you ever wrote assured me two-fold that your words can appease the most blistered spirit. How much I lust for life...How much I lust...
In one eye and out the other. The heiress turned historian, reach-out! How did she handle herself Position herself while writing this? Book-signing autobiography
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Na Na Na Na Na Na Yeah, Yayyyy, Na Na Na Na Na Naaa [Chorus:] I Kno Life Never Ends Because The Way I Live It A City Because The Youths Still Love What
Gold War, I-5 Cold War, I-5 Protecting us from ourselves has never looked so good. But, who ever said this was the best defense? Offensive size.
The only image i can conjure is of a small bird in unwavering headwinds. I have this thought a lot. So much that i wonder why this creature keeps on
Have we all developed too far? Is this disconnect so deep? With so many hands wildly grabbing at purpose And no burden of procurement, I for one am
I'm making a life of waiting for the "never happen to me's" to happen to me. And that means one thing: Not a wink of sleep will take me through this
Listen up. The leaves outside are lapping up the rain tonight, And I was hoping that the racket that they make distracts you. Cause you're far too