nuclearcarrots: If these pale bones could sway They would march to a funeral song And pull their mil
nuclearcarrots: If these pale bones could sway They would march to a funeral song And pull their milky way across the yard They would not wish to keep You tethered to their arms They would not wish to carry on too far With no sorrow Ask no greater pardon Than the pattern Time is carving in your skin - ♪ -- source link
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