

Sad Hearts and Cheap ClocksI have a friend, she's mostly made of pain. Her eyes pour poems of acidic rain. She splatter-paints stories of curtains and lampshades, Glasses and speakers and curtains and lampshades.Sad Hearts and Cheap Clocks
She tears out scenes from people's dreams, She loves them, she hates them with psychotic screams. She believes to perceive is to suffer. Believing and dreaming and perceiving, we'll suffer.
Walking, crawling towards inner time, She sings us tunes of our state of mind. She doubts true love with toxic words, And breaks our hearts with jagged birds.
I know a girl, she has
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a proud karin ondo member
i control all chibis!!!
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doom doom doom...
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