tea cups

This TelephoneThis telephone tells futures The sign read And it was answered from time to time When it would ring But ringing only ever from the desperate, desolate, degenerate The future has a telephone We all know why it hesitates to call homeThis Telephone
Some people walk for miles Others lay in bed Desperate for hands and feet Warmth with nothing said No obligation for the soul Just a window good for watching And a coal to close the frigid night Blankets maybe come to mind Bedposts rocked without a shard of light To fracture the bond of two, One, two O


Bedrooms and lungsI know what goes on way out of town Late in the nighttime the sky lays down A forest of bedrooms and lungs from the ground I hear their breathing above the soundsBedrooms and lungs
Take away my sandy eyes, take away my name The stars in the treetops will sleep just the same Their dreams come to me like worms come to rain Beyond comprehension, unearthly to tame
Each night I walk deeper into the trees The clouds breathe their gossip all around me And when the morning comes theyll wake up to be The fog in the treetops that knows we are free
I will definitely keep an eye on your work.
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Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings.
i am thoroughly in love with you.
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Very talented..
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" Le Théatre Du Bruit Prouve Notre Puissance "
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Well...
that comment sucked.
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