Scissors cut me from script- Grandiose words, Epic with wings. Never knowing ground Beneath feet. Intoxicated: An Angel's Task.
Say hello to your head. Sounds love-winter cold Each day's December loss. The only resurrection (ever) Here tonight Your own. More sur-real as I go. Why did Elvis have to die?
While Me Alive for A Happy Happy Death, Kraft Macaroni 'N Cheese, And choosing The Perfect
Perfect Word.
Alice, Baby, just one more thing... Is it Springtime again soon?
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