Saturday, 23 October 2010
asound
when your whole world goes quiet, I will be fumbling with a sound. if you press your heart to the wall, you won't remember how to feel alone. because I have swam in that basement, and I have been killed by the stars, my heart counted by the clock, but I won't stop this time.
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