Journey of the Featherless
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Where you'll find me now.
To tear out your heart would send all your secrets to me.
All I could want is silver and spinning
out from your arms and into the pretty
pit of your heart, so simply and softly we'd flow.
neutral milk hotel.
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