you're leaving me here, dear alone with all your letters you're letting it go, no like innocence and feathers you're putting it down sounds slipping
Translation: Stroke 9. Letters.
You're leaving me here, dear Alone with all your letters You're letting it go, no Like innocence and feathers You're putting it down Sounds slipping
the fire flickers out, making movies on her skin and in the embers she remembers all the places that she's been four letter words fly from her mouth she
