Paroles de Our Seperate Churches
my love as your churcha pity wish
bleeding out with them on a white plate
clots of my own fixed stars
fixing you for nothing at all
my church also a love
god of self denial
a smile as beautiful as the showing of my ribs
even on a clear crisp day
i will fill an owl with arrows
again and again.
a smile as beautiful as the showing of my ribs
even on a clear crisp day
i will fill an owl with arrows
again and again.
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