and its killing you lightly
to fight a white dove with fright
so lets freak out tonight
and fake true love
and follow fall leaves
-wallow in trees and free our memories there
but theives,
their cherries are too sour to swallow
and they have no berries to bare
so keep chasing your seminary fairies
spend days in faded prayers and fool cemeteries
and I'll drown the pool with drops of our dreams
and dim the light
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