showering left

fairy dust for you and you'll mean everything for now awhile and it'll be smiles and laughs and jazz playing barely at all to the rythym of your breathing or maybe you'll be breathing to the rythm of lester young and so it folds and crumbles upwards outwards i want you like sun for darkness.

2003-12-31 | 1:14 p.m.
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