Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Cheese and rice
Jesus, we walked
Hand in
Holey hand,
Dancing driftwood
Dreams upon
The damned, which
We glide atop.
We share laughter,
A glimmer
Of hope.
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Hand in
Holey hand,
Dancing driftwood
Dreams upon
The damned, which
We glide atop.
We share laughter,
A glimmer
Of hope.
1-6-11
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Cheese and rice
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