Wednesday, October 21, 2015

ashes, ashes, we all fall down. we always played that and never thought about it.

intender

it's like we're always setting the stage for the play that's waiting in the wings.

falls the season of memory.

when i left town all those years ago to seek my fortune i was already running away from my past, but my past was a lodger in my head you see.

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