DDT life

DDT soulache light shine crystal ball baby with wasting away eyes how there's always blood beaneth your fingernails and hell, you've got callouses the size of montana and most of the time, sterile angel with frigid fingertips and arms like clouds, it's so clear sometimes like days, you've just a list of moments when forever doesn't count (wouldn't if it could) how's it all about trying or doing and damn, stories fell simple like chandelierdinners ---dream--- and fistfights over coffee you're a lost soul darling but you're coming back you're coming back when the wind blows ---feel flows---the way you think it should.

2003-09-17 | 4:37 p.m.
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