sunday morning tiny letters...
only on this fence...only on this thin wire staring below me--the starry rock GODS playing death thru amp now--does the world make sense & high above, where it all slooooooows down walking thru mud I'll make it soon if I can keep the ravens away w/one hand tied to my shoulder blade....but you're guiding me aren't you? tugging on my sorrow strings, I prefer you to any other that--
might otherwise lead me nowhere.
but this is all another trial, another day another peek over the edge of the building--
tears. and running out of room to put the scars...
only on this fence...only on this thin wire staring below me--the starry rock GODS playing death thru amp now--does the world make sense & high above, where it all slooooooows down walking thru mud I'll make it soon if I can keep the ravens away w/one hand tied to my shoulder blade....but you're guiding me aren't you? tugging on my sorrow strings, I prefer you to any other that--
might otherwise lead me nowhere.
but this is all another trial, another day another peek over the edge of the building--
tears. and running out of room to put the scars...
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charitee:
what?
charitee:
oh, ok. good. that means quite a bit coming from you.