terça-feira, 13 de maio de 2008

she's reading books from empty women, they're givin beauty tips from empty hips


and how is the water of the rain
and how is the air of the wind
and how are the arms of your mother
she's holding you in

watch them as they try to fly their kites inside their bedrooms
that were only built for drinking
your thoughts they never lasted long when you were under the sky
above it you can hold a thought forever

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