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She haunts the roads, she waits for a new face.
The arms red and injured, she wants to rise, she cant until we have faced;
I'll cut your armies down, and turn your heart.

You wait, I'll wait.
I'll lie awake for you.

I'll cut your armies down, and turn your heart.

You wait, I'll wait.
I'll fly away,
I'll break down.

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FAVORITE LISTOGRAPHY MENTIONS
IMPORTANT NOTICES
MESSAGES
PRIVACY
  • anthony bourdain
  • having dreams about chino moreno
  • "battle-axe," by deftones
  • drinking mass quantities of lattes
  • the smell of cinnamon, nutmeg, and pumpkin
  • being pegged by acorns and stepping on vibrant colored leaves
  • my livejournal layout
  • anything eggplant-colored
  • waking up groggy and tired from staying up too late reading
  • highly ambitious levels of determination
  • toffee nut flavored coffee creamer
  • the guy who works at the apple store and the barista
  • flickr
  • mexican hot chocolate
  • effortless, unique, and comfortable style
  • looking at my barely used myspace message inbox only to find it flooded with messages from team sleep
  • lip balm
nov 22 2007 ∞
dec 3 2007 +