So He Sank Into The West As The Mountains Began To Eat Him

Knowing We'll Never Grow Up

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I swear we are more than physical beings of this art
Because I have yellow, red, and orange painted in my heart
So our chests are warm, well, you can see mine is
But I want you to burn me, so sit close as possible
I can paint loves too, but you're letting it seep through