If you're still looking for a blanket
Sweetie, I'm sorry, I'm no sort of fabric
But if you need a tailor
Then take your torn shirt, and stumble up my stairs
And mumble your pitiful prayers
And in your tangled night's sleep, our midnight needles go to work
Until all comfort and fear flows in one river
Down on the shelf by the mirror where you see yourself whole
And it makes you shiver
2 comments:
hello
so it's 2 am
i just finished studying for my ot test
wanted to say hello
and i say that 'met' this cool guy from sf named mark scandrette...i bought, and am reading his book soul graffiti
and wanted to say i'll be in sf this weekend
and was wondering if you love basia bulat as much i do
Absolutely phenomenal. You wrote that, right? I love your style.
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