| Pre-used gasps run through The thinly lined corridors and just one too many favors Before i think of you I can see for miles and run for hours Still numb from the flight I swallow hard Ill illusions of your words Tear me down With low fueled intentions and four tons of pressure my buttons stay sewn. |
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Speaking without breath
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