and then they can't handle it
Apr. 17th, 2002 01:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thejunipertreeI know you're listening to my tapes, to all the sounds I put down for you. I can tell. It whispers to me, down along the line and through the night, the things which you do.
My fingernails are tinged blue. It's not a lack of oxygen.
My fingernails are tinged blue. It's not a lack of oxygen.