Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Tangerine Nightmares
My lushes
tearing holes
Upon souls,
unleashing fear
That has a luster.
The beautiful
Cellar door,
So false and
Hiding lies that
stench
Like christmas morning.
I yearn
For bright dreams
And not
Tangerine nightmares.
4-22-10
tearing holes
Upon souls,
unleashing fear
That has a luster.
The beautiful
Cellar door,
So false and
Hiding lies that
stench
Like christmas morning.
I yearn
For bright dreams
And not
Tangerine nightmares.
4-22-10
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Tangerine Nightmares
Tangerine Nightmares