

liberation songnow that youre dead i will wake up birds will sing again ill be there too perched up high my breast filled aplenty crying over the others belting my chorus removing my belt letting my gut flowliberation song
flap in the winds below and i'll join you there where we both rise
we rise from our separate graves


guiligefanother nightguiligef
here i am again
lying at night
feeling your body next to mine
the illusion shatters against
the slow rumble of a passing car
i often think of you
wondering whether you think of me
and what context it's in
what silent truth
my name resonates in you
and i am sleepless
my right foot
vibrating anxiety
and every sound is like
my naked brain
tumbling
collecting filth
from the roadside &
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~ Stefana
these fucking walls must be talking cause man I can hear 'em
~VintageMemories
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