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| rina (profile) wrote, on 2-20-2008 at 11:34pm | |
| Current mood: drained Music: metal fingers - electric president Subject: songs your mother never sang you |
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| i am an empire of sand and stone, smoke standing as a lesson in breathing and all will fall before the day has begun cities of word and streets of song but any peculiarity leaves itself at the doorframe, glancing in with voyeuristic heartbeats melodies pulsing through your blood- lines, high notes hitting your brainstrings and it tingles all the way all the way down hands filled with ash, made of fire desert storm sweeping away desire, fraying fragments, barely holding on and the aftermath always leaves the calmest chaos in its wake. |
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