FRIENDS . AND . ALIBIS
There's no sympathy for the dead.
domingo, 16 de noviembre de 2008
When I go out, I want to go out on a chariot of fire.
So keep my casket closed.
Your heart beats under the floor.
It haunts me in my dreams.
But nothing's as it seems.
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