put this fiasco
put this fiasco
in terms that
sounded like bells
ringing tunelessly over
light dance music.
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
The clatter of
"Some things in life need solitude to thrive. Will only flourish in seclusion and loneliness, without affection hushing and lulling them to sleep.
The pursuit of dreams is such a thing."
Tom Fitch - Intersection Diaries
chattering teeth pattered
endlessly in their
splattering manner. Lizaveta
secretly hated that.
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
nor did she
much care for
pomp and circumstance
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
playing at the
graduation of her
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