Leaves of grass, Leaves of green, Help me take leave, When the next one leaves. Take me higher Take me there Make me your Icarus, Make me your muse, Shut out the light, To all the bad news Let's get higher, Let it be In the the Heavens of No Care Archives February 2016 Categories
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Sydne Kilberg"She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something." Archives
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