breadcrumbs
passionfruit
little bird
drowning
rainbow
lost in you
clean
be
blue blood
god
a wreath
perhaps...
is
somebody keeping score?
fading
drunk
my
awakening
the
eye of the beholder
of
blood and water (song of the twice born)
...ion
go
go 2
go 3 |
i slip into the madness of your subtle torture...
you made a bed for me there.
you faded from my dreams and stole
a cameo role in my hop-along daze.
probing, twisting and turning,
with each glance you dug deeper and deeper
until you infiltrated my mind...
i made a bed for you there.
thought you might rest a while
but *cappuccinos* don't last forever
especially when your soul is restless.
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