Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Lost faded lips.

Really, who thinks is pretty whole should ask me first.
Oh and there's no time to watch the clock being supervised.
And the love who desires us all should really pay.
The clock that supervises us all
in a magnificent word we may see it turn but never end.
Oh the love that adores us all.
Would you marry me for a while
love should pay again for us
for trying to make us whole
inside this hole
hole machine.

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