Wednesday, February 11, 2015

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It's arbitration time
Jury is out
It's hanging time
Just 365 days but who's the count
I read the lines
Nothing is what sits in perfect picture frames
I'm the stars you wished on
Never collected the grants

In the palm of my hands
She has a black iris
With out you she is dead

Veins run like paint
She sleeps alone
Empty picture frames