life is for living

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forestmeetwildfire

Published: Apr 22, 2014

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what if i ran away,
got swallowed by the sea?

the world has turned upside down,
a midnight up in flames.

before i lose daylight,
pour me into postcards
from far away -

death and all his friends
are easy to please
but gravity hurts like

heaven

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What If
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Swallowed in the Sea
The world turned upside down
Midnight
Up in flames
Before I lose
Daylight
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Postcards from far away
Death and all his friends
Easy to please
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