fredag 26 september 2014

You act for a living

Sunflowers on a field of autumn. Green leaves with orange tips crying. Winter won't have mercy on you.

I lust, you sweat
You joke, I laugh
Sing along on the road
I hurt, you freeze
Boom.
If this scared you, Armageddon will melt your soul.

We danced so fine, drenched in ketchup. It would make a good painting.

I (de)code for a living. You don't.

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