Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Leftover Gifts
I sent him wounded smiles
To which he cannot decipher.
I gave him an ego,
And proceeded to lose my own.
And would he care about
Your dreamless nights?
That you drown your sorrow
With trickles of blood?
January 5, '09
To which he cannot decipher.
I gave him an ego,
And proceeded to lose my own.
And would he care about
Your dreamless nights?
That you drown your sorrow
With trickles of blood?
January 5, '09
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Leftover Gifts
Leftover Gifts
