|devenirlumiere||12:49 pm - Letter to a pocket full of beach.|
We've got you pegged little shell
the games up and your
maddening spirals are going to be ground down for dream dust.
shhhhhh. don't try to argue,
this hurts us more than it hurts you,
but with sun and wind rocking you back and forth over synapses, you'll realize
it was all for the best,
in the end.