Without a whisper I could feel the impending disaster. Without
Are you still there?
missing torsos keep quiet through dc nights and ny riots.
asleep on the shoulders of atlas while they watched the
blast it you can't outlast it
and if you ever got
who was it you said you were? and what was
He awakes to the dull light trying to force it's
we wanted you for a song to carry us aloft.
The writing between us is beautiful. Some of it
The stars are alive tonight. A beautiful sky tonight. He'll
you said everything like it was an afterthough. you should
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