

Why there is Dust in Attics.Why is there dust in attics?Why there is Dust in Attics.
Well sometimes we travel up Stairs of liquid vanilla marble Around curling spires aglow with elven lights, The city melts away to oil thats swept up
By eight-legged brooms. You pass the corridors of fractured golden ponds, Mirrors of light ringed with babys breath and teeth Charter your course across the sea of toys that bob Up and down in waves of ashy sunlight. Creep past the Grandfather Clock without waking him up, A trickery of a treacherous game, you trouble-maker, Tick-tock softly, this is taking forever,
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~ Waiting here for you to call me, for you to tell me that everything's a big mistake. Waiting here in this rainfall, feeling so small. This dream was not suppose to break..
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...nevermore...
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Triste est omne animal post coitum.
"Caught a lite sneeze. Dreamed a little dream.
Made my own pretty hate machine."
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gravegreetings from jacklanternLANe where we all live a horror genre life.
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"I would have said no absofuckinglutely not..."~Two Way Street
"Or maybe I, like, cuddle raped him or something" ~Two Way Street
"I'm stroking his shirts right now. Over and over. Like some sort of shirt pervert." ~Two Way Street
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gravegreetings from jacklanternLANe where we all live a horror genre life.
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..music is love..
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