thats it


this songThis song Goes on With notes that curve and wind Like the windthis song
Sometimes screeching up strings Or pouring like sand over white washed keys The notes jumble and tumble Not quite knowing where to land while a harmony Of chaos Pulls and strokes the notes Like a lover
This long drawn out song Reeks of old stains And frayed carpets Yet refreshes like spray from the spouts of whales crossing the night ocean
This song lilts along Skipping childlike down the steps of waking dreams Lovingly tossing stones and crystals
flower
dark eye
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Be an *improvement* on the blank page.
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My baby and me can do anything
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Daily Deviation:
1 [link] + 2 [link] + 3 [link] + 4 [link]
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Time Time Time...We're not waiting,
Time Time Time ...We're no one.-AFI
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Time Time Time...We're not waiting,
Time Time Time ...We're no one.-AFI
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new dev-art account here: wearie
how goes it???
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what is a moment but a drop in the ocean of divine love
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Time Time Time...We're not waiting,
Time Time Time ...We're no one.-AFI
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