Perfect NightFor the longest time they wait to feed off the limbs of the trees bearing the wind gushing through my veins flowing in circulation finding no way..Perfect Night
Through my pores can it be free through the eyes of mercy?
Feed me, off the golden orbe in the dark river sky can i say? Who dares light the fly in the shard. Stirring up a wish to way the scene of terror. Scared oh, child scared, roam til you think of day. i can't see the dark river sky these hands I cant reach attached to these limbs growing from the underground abyss, Which I cant see below my own limbs leading below to
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I can't wait to be with you...no I just can't sit still are we there yet?- Imogen Heap
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