I FEEL THE ARROWS AND BULLETS, THEY ARE COMBING MY HAIR
AND ALL MY FEATHERS FALLING SO SLOWLY FROM THE AIR
AND FROM THE SPEED ON MY BODY EARTH WILL PILE UP MY BONES
FROM A LITTLE SKULL OH JUST A LITTLE WHISPER COMES
lördag, maj 29, 2010
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