I was but a beamish boy newly minted in the meadow sifting through my chattels anointing trading cards and trinkets salvation at the crack of each box lid whispering is a house a home now portrait of a revelry choked in the gossamer web of a waking noontide day-mare the brown recluse legs splayed open palm wide tethering dread to my loves like ley lines I shrank, soaked in her wet ocelli gaze it took me out of my room trying to shake the sight it took the rest of my bloom hiding to be unseen like the night though times made a ghost of me she's still out there watching me is a house a home now is a house homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
