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Microphones in the Trees

For us who are like bulldozers Sleeping in the sun For us who are like lightning Buried in the mud

28 February 2010

Distant

Feel cut off.

Desert island.

Everyone on ships wave as they pass.

Stomach hurts because I ate too much.. I've become a glutton. No self control. Do whatever feels good with no tomorrow. Bad.

I guess I was never right before.

But I feel stuck in reverse.
Posted by mountainmadeofsteam at 00:39

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