your name on a grain of rice
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
the captain of a ship in a bottle
I think I could have stolen everything;
The small cheeks of old people
The beach from the seagulls
The light from the light house
And the ship from the bottle
I figured I could have painted orgasms on the faces of sad fucks
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