Since I've let everything go already
(a golden being cut through the doggleganger
of myself somewhere in a strange Asian
dystopia, with a sword brighter than the sun)
Since all that is gone
(and there is nothing left to fear)
I can hold onto you if I want to
(let your soul slide next to mine)
I will be your home
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
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