December
5 January 2009
So you run, so you hide, and you watched as they die, they all fell, you could fall too, or you could sew your wings and try to fly right through.
the night falls around the city a big quiet sound becomes like a blanket and everyone falls asleep everyone but me and the fairies that keeps me awake they poke at me and tell me to do things strange
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