A night goes by in a blink of an eye
Through a thousands moments, they'll all be gone
In the morning it's all just dirt
It's funny how an idea can be so worshiped and heart fluttering-ly wonderful
Just to be messed up like a newspaper left out in a storm
Clarity Spoken
Drink Plenty Of Liquor
It's A Full Days Work
Sunday, March 21, 2010
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