Obscure Object Of Desire
Some are dark. But their beauty astounds me.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Accident...Fire... the end.
i run outside and laugh 'cause its warn, and dance with
your memory and rain
again but i dont mind 'cause i'm part of the mountain
and the mountain is the rain and the wet
wet sun will always again come again again
too young to die
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