it's as simple as anything... he said. shooting backwards and falling a graceful perfect ten. there are snakes in the grass here so i sit up high throwing up songs on six borrowed strings and screaming my sorrows all amped up and strung up through speakers between here and the neighbors later i'm sure pictures will emerge and i'll wonder if my eyes are always that squinty or if it was the light beaming between the spotlight and him up there falling through the bliss and the madness casting himself my net my saviour my love of tonightBirth sign: Libra
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