January
February 2010
A daughters love and death Cold and pale Hung high in rain Frost to heart and fail Chokehold in chain Laughter is all I hear You hung her with pleasure How can I reach you my dear Fuck the people of
We are young, but we have heart! What if our souls are dust? Our bones devices of pain Nothing but vessels of lust Nothing more then December rain What if we would die young? Live by our never dyin
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