Ego-youthful
Thursday, November 21, 2013
No Julie Text
I burned down your house. I didn't want to see you speaking about sleeping without throat blood and nude love. Just don't want you to cry. Nice nights wearing liquid air, draped on cold steam, fluorescent shadow children run outside.
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