"we burned with love for ourselves, all of us, starters of the fire we suffered- our love was the affliction for which only our love was the cure" j.s.f. (as per usual)
2 years ago
Monday, December 28, 2009
can i come over, i need to rest
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Well you are worth more than the man I am
Sad and in love, hands trembled of life that we would have stolen
Anyways, stolen
Well, anyway
To Brooklyn, I'm homebound
A trap to the east
Marking miles of martyrs
With better men, with better men than me
And I wanted to tell you, I just didn't know
Genuine and unprepared
If you, you see something then you should say something
If you, you see something could you just say something
Say something
Something awful itches in these walls
I found a subtle genius in that white, hot hatred of yours
Misuse is practice, perfected and played
In time I'm gonna get what's mine
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