2 acessos
I have a headache. I have a sore back. I have a letter I can't send. I have desire, it falters and falls down, it calls you up drunk at three or four a.m. to wonder when...wonderful. All the cheap tricks I tried too hard not to pull. Pulled along or pulled apart. The diagnosis of a foreign frame of heart. I have a story that I'd like to tell you, it's littered with settings and second
takes. I have a feeling that
hums with the street lights and hides under ice in always
frozen lakes. My mistake to make you cringe. Another
greeting like a broken creaky hinge to oil and push or pry
apart. The diagnosis of a
foreign frame of heart. Found
a cure for being sure, and,
sure as anything, I'll smile for my reckoning.