| Or maybe when he does, i'll wake up in that bed again, stupider and closer to perfect (1991[not existing]) |
| Or maybe when he does, i'll wake up in that bed again, stupider and closer to perfect (1991[not existing]) |


Birds under the Bridgei lie in wonder of who sat for hours carving these creases out of your clay body,Birds under the Bridge
my bony fingers rest upon your ribs, like keys, as i diddle a good- evening tune. good evening. it's a good life.
you swing up and i sweep in
the rain oh the pain couldn't weigh our feathers down.
the deeper you dig, the darker She gets. if we're pulled by roots and pushed from trees there's only one thing your coffee-colou
| my name is Vincenzo. call me Vinnie. alternate account: ~icomefromjupiter |
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~blue-pixies~
>write with me-send me a note<
oh and the watch
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ill be your best kept secret and your biggest mistake
[link]
keep quiet noting comes as easy as you can i lay in your bed all day
xo!
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interested in collaborating?
writer, photographer, painter, whatever(er) -
I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
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your my angel your the only one
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If death is the answer to love's mysteries,
Then bleed on my darling to the sound of a dream
[Smiley party anyone~~?]
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Are you a duck? O_o
CLICK IT! [link]
If you don't, you shall be murdered by a scary clown or ghost or something like in those chain letters. But if you DO you'll be kissed on the nearest friday by the love of your life. XD
but on the inside, i'm grateful.
thanks, haha
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Married to the pen,
and we're both having an affair
with the page.
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Breathe in the Night's Fire and Dance to Rhythms of Broken Poetry...
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