Wednesday, November 18, 2009

walk away down the cobblestones
with yr painted-on eyes and yr heart so cold

& you can cut me out of yr life
but no matter where you go
or what you choose to do
my heart will still belong to you

ghosts bleeding out of a stereo
echoes of november

blank demons
ghosts all down yr corridor
i thought you knew

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