She’s Called C8

She’s Called C8

She’s Called C8 One hour, three days Appear and disappear Sweet or sour wet or seared Surely no one says Space is black Night skies glow red Nothing did Or nothing said Tires silent And eyes that glow Yeah her presence screams Surely screams You’ll always...
She’s Called C8

Important Things

Important Things I want you to close your eyes and imagine something for a second.I want you to wander down the twisted path of your life, until you arrive at your exit.And I want you to stand inside the gate.Not quite in, not quite out.Your final moments. The autumn...

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