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Thursday, November 19

My FavOuRiTe ThinG



Got my fever down, and weighed it up, and I know the
Sounds remaining won't strain all the silt from my eyes
Bleach the green from the pastures, feast on the grey
Of the night, straight from the vines refusal to shine

You're my favourite thing - one that I love
one so I'd die for your love

Blind the deafened moon, stimulate the tombs of angels
I'll open my heart won't fall apart
Don't fall apart
You're my favourite thing
And I feel like letting go


~ n i feel like letting go rite now, thanks for the memories, thanks for the love, the care n thanks for thorn it apart...how i wish i never knew u at all~

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