The Sunday Mourning Paper

last.fm

i’m a wilted rose
plucked, discarded, left exposed
-sweet scent of decay

farewell to spring

farewell to spring

slave driver

slave driver

look at what came in the mail today.

look at what came in the mail today.

dry fire, cold start.  flat tire, dead heart.

a change of hands, a passing glance. let’s lay among the lilacs. fill my ears with your pretty small talk.

give me love laced with lies.

does anyone look at this anymore??

do i post more artwork??

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