three long years, and your favourite man.
...and i stopped crying only to wonder why:
the silkspit spiders never waltzed through my hair on deadweight/ dreamwhipped nights
and to ponder the current absence of the black&blue roses that used to curtsey so modestly by my doorstep
the silkspit spiders never waltzed through my hair on deadweight/ dreamwhipped nights
and to ponder the current absence of the black&blue roses that used to curtsey so modestly by my doorstep