Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Chow mein
My wilted lily,
Poisoned by vanity and
Suffocated of your free will.
I stuff you in a book,
Until the guilt fades,
Until the deceit has set me free,
For then I can love freely,
And without charred judgment from
Scathing eyes.
1-4-11
Poisoned by vanity and
Suffocated of your free will.
I stuff you in a book,
Until the guilt fades,
Until the deceit has set me free,
For then I can love freely,
And without charred judgment from
Scathing eyes.
1-4-11
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