the gas gauge life

you're the gas gauge to a thousand lost hearts holder of broken promises left you weaping in the sand and your wasting away turning to pure light and wrapping yourself around the world and now, even fucking now, i'm emptying out. your such a detox process, princess of the midwest air with accent like a sunset and cobblestone streets for a soul. everything about you is wine, unaging, improving, perfect.

2003-06-01 | 1:45 p.m.
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