Dying’s Not The Done

Give me it all I'm taking it all the nights of worry and days of pain I'm giving 'em all away. My ventricles wacky-waving-inflatable-arm-flailing-tubeman and my hands crafting a cherry wood heart for you my dear dear friend. There's a guitar string┬ástuck sideways in me. Pluck it and I'll vibrate my eyes out for you... Continue Reading →

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