you devil bird, you evil still.
for you, forever ago.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
when it's cold, stay warm.
the most priced possession i have is a lock of your hair
i cut it with scissors while you were asleep
and at night when i'm lonely
i smell it, hold my pillow, and weep
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