| Agua reserves expired. Ditto. |
[14. Apr 2009|02:14] |
| [ | Music |
| | Jeff Buckley - Hallelujah | ] |
I was trapped under my mileage.
So I grounded a small office in the corner of my brain
and I placed a wicker chair there for my ghosts to repose and gather.
I know what you think, I'm an awful inhumer of quondam.
But I'm not leaving this in the state of neglect
Since you and me, we are made of the same quintessence.
and 'Love is not a victory march' |
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