Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
I remember September
The blissful taste
Of broken spirits
Gliding on my tongue.
They do taste like salt,
So bitter I nearly choke.
10-15-10
Of broken spirits
Gliding on my tongue.
They do taste like salt,
So bitter I nearly choke.
10-15-10
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I remember September
I remember September