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FlailHigh, taken by my surprise Sigh, love the way you cry Get into my arms and we’ll Lie face-to-face, it’s a game We’re all here to playFlail
Sigh, drum kit kicking Bloody water lakes and ponds Push it more and more Further and explore Take your summer trip And fall into this
Trip over your own feet into the inside Beauty is grass and trees the rolling seas You fly like buzz-y bees and sing these songs with me
Pull back your eyelids and see this It’s too much to give up on so quick Learn it so it s
by ~JelloSea
SleepHere I am, dreaming again Hey, wake yourself up And don't forget now Who it is you really love Who it is you're dreaming ofSleep
You've got it good, girl No problem too monumental No real purpose, either You expect events to be detrimental When really, they're essential
In this age, I feel imprisoned For crimes to harsh to name For things I cannot change For things I cannot tame But most of all, for this of, I am ashamed.
by ~JelloSea
You plus I equals UsI don't fake the truth I won't make a fuss And all I really want right now is to make you and I into usYou plus I equals Us
I've got a feeling through my veins And I won't say names But you know who you are to me And that's really all I need
I don't have a problem with what feels right And all I really want right now is to be in your arms tonight
This is how I feel And my feelings, I cannot change.
by ~JelloSea
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- Current Residence: Ottawa area.
- Interests: Watching the world go by.
- Favourite movie: I do like those...
- Favourite genre of music: It ranges.
- Favourite poet or writer: Lewis Caroll, perhaps.
- Favourite style of art: Honest expression.
- Skin of choice: Vixen epidermis.
- Favourite game: Duck Duck Goose.
- Personal Quote: "If at first you don't succeed... run."
- Tools of the Trade: My hands, words, pencils...
- Email: hate.pretty@hotmail.com
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