Montag, 26. November 2012

forest








hot night coming, keep the car running
lavender fingers swallow my pollen
gold i swam into your spell 
on the night you led me under your sin
you had me howling
you had me howling
golden siren
under exposing
come lay your weakness down
on the floor in the backseat.







chears


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