sun cigarette
you wouldn't understand. you don't know who i am
tisdag, juli 27, 2010
if i had a rainbow in the south
i'd make the rain fall over your dimmed eyes,
i'd make the sun dry all of your old scars,
i'd make the birds cut of your hair,
i'd make the last of your breaths,
be the one that really mattered.
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