Hold Us TogetherHold us together, where we ourselves carelessly layHold Us Together
In autumn we sift and pick through leaves:
Our graves are dug for a coming winter day.
A troubled man rocks to and fro, with his flute he’ll play
Many blue notes which float and weave among trees;
Hold us together, where we ourselves carelessly lay.
A woman in fall turns to her spouse to relay:
“I know not what hides between the walls of these cities,
Our graves are dug for a coming winter day.”
When the mongrel cat f
Untitledif i ended tomorrow with no sense of relief no muscles that weren't sore and panic felt from grief where would your role come into play? are you the sick world? starving for May? but oh how old you are and winter is upon us all no tragedy in certain death it's not quite becoming in fall but winter makes my fingers cold frozen from hailstorm and thunder. and i feel it may be time to leave please don't make me wonder are you fascinated with this torture game where water holds gravity to its name? and clouds feel too whether skies arUntitled
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Sweet sounds of music
Fill the air like perfume,
Yet not strong enough to silence
All the sounds of the night.
Love The Beatles!
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If I could have my life again, I would have ended it long ago.
hahaha but then id probably go back and look at it move.
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EH, NO THANK YOU
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So assist in the escape.
shut up.....haha
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EH, NO THANK YOU
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Time is such a wasted luxury.
=Hot Water Music - Under Everything=
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