when all my fingers ran off and i just couldnt follow them.
your eyelash was an island and your eyes were someone's friend
oh could that have been. oh oh... well i heard it was a real sweet thing.
well my smells grew some new smells and i just couldnt smell them all
i smell my sister in the winter and my father in the fall
cuz sand and snow. oh oh. the tired mood.
6.24.2008
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