Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Razors Razors Razors

Scar Symmetry



Butterfly Fingers



I know I'm alive when I'm in your thighs.



Your Honesty Always Turns To Lies.



You're peculiar, You're familiar.



Weigh the pain away into another place.



I guess you could say
it will always be this way
I guess you could say
cut it away cut it away



A Hummingbird lost in a valley of Mockingbirds.





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