| Jeg er smør. Kunst er smør. Alt er smør! |


raindrops.i it rained earlier and it's still there now.raindrops
.ii and i wish i could fit in a
raindrop.
.iii because then
when i fell and
splattered
.iv maybe i'd hit some girl or boy-
.v and they'd laugh like i never could.


dear you-dear you-dear you-
all you are now is the space between beats;
and you're the silence at the end of the song,
the one you loved more
than me.
---
dear you-
we could have been our own ninth symphony.
but we aren't, instead we're crumpled and in the trash,
the one you crossed out.
---
dear you-
you were the way it feels to twirl in circles in the rain.
and the smell
of clean, after when the sun came.
but now
| Jeg er smør. Kunst er smør. Alt er smør! |
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A joke is a very serious thing.
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No worries, no fears, no nightmares, no tears.
ON [link]
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Click It I know you want to! Its that inner voice telling you to do it [link]
Now I'm telling you not to click this I don't care what you say just don't do it [link]
thank you so much for the
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A drop of colour saves me from the fate I'm facing everyday
~Hyde
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Ego Diabolus Alicunde Abyssus Totus Facile Occido, Hinc Resurrectio
A proud member of Dark-Arts-Asylum
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That that don't kill me, can only make me Butter.
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