Where Ironic Comes to Die
worms are the words but joy's the voice/ down shall go which and up come who/ breasts will be breasts thighs will be thighs/ deeds cannot dream what dreams can do/ time is a tree (this life one leaf)/ but love is the sky and i am for you/ just so long and long enough
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ddddddaaaaaayumn, girl
frickin hot
I'm filled with conflicted and unfamiliar emotions because of your hair. YOUR DAMN HAIR!
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