जपेसे दरें

japanese dream
she loves french and latin,
she has dancing fires in her eyes, melting souls like cheap butter
she writes lyrics when she's drunk

she wishes with eyelids closed for wind and butterflies in her hair

she used to go all the way up to Heaven, but now she's changed

she needs some rain to clean her skin

she needs some hands to hold her sorrow,

From vanity to be saved

Christina's world- Andrew Wyeth

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