Mark HeartsThere are trees way high in the sky, They peek over the sun and the clouds, Smoke rises through the green leaves, The brown trunk is hard and the ground is soft, We love to press our faces in the dirt, And watch our imprints form, Like colors on our heartsMark Hearts
Fuck You TowersWe all have faces, That drink the salt from the ocean, Kneeling in wet grass, With our hands to our faces, Lines form across the sky, That resemble our faces, The moon and the sun, Smoke stacks rise like towers, Pointing far into the darkness, There are bats in the sky, As the constellations change, Fire burning embers in our palms, The pavement is too hot for our feet, So we walk on the grass, The wetness seeps through our skin, I feel skin, Hard and rough, Like the earthFuck You Towers
Glass Can ReflectA lot as been said, In this house of glass, Through pearl teeth and moon eyes, There is a light, With sky high peaks, That draws everything from a heart, And embers that still glow in the fire, Speak through your tongue, Pour it from blue veins, Like the sky that careens westward, Over mountainous oceans that’s glass, Why glass?Glass Can Reflect
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여기서 나는 커피 프린세스!! <3
Haa!
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여기서 나는 커피 프린세스!! <3
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i'm a psycho, whoa.
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THE BALLET IS AT THE BONE PALACE
'whoever invented pillows must be really rich'
I AM NIGHTFROG
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i'm a psycho, whoa.
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