Monday, March 23, 2009

mourn the memories later; laugh now aligator


in my dream i was a werewolf my soul was filled with crystal light lavender ribbons of rain sang ridding my heart of mortal fight Weeping willow won’t you wallow louder searching for my father’s power I’ma shake you off though get up on that horse and ride into the sunset look back with no remorse.

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