Now I Bleed Roses

Breath me in, Let me fill your lungs.

Oh, How very lost we all really are, reality is just a dream after all. Reality is a prison.

Now time - like an ocean knows tide - like a notion, To toss about the house, & lose inside the couch.


/ask. Then ask.
Jan 30 '12

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