Everything is closing in, and your demons have finally asked you out for dinner. You drink carefully, and milk every last drop. They take care of the business that was planned, and you accept it. Wake up to find them gone,brush off the leaves in which they buried your shell. Stand up, and walk North. The morning after you feel the weight lifted from your shoulders. All that you know now is the Trains in front of you. https://soundcloud/circlesintheceiling/trains
Posted on: Sun, 04 Aug 2013 00:40:57 +0000
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