the public diary
Sunday, February 27, 2011
dead
i knew youd leave me with these feathers in my hair.
enough waiting for you,
all my sins ive paid for in these last days.
silent angels climbed into my bed
last night and told me to run.
all my innocence was wasted
on your dead conscience.
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