Fight Song

As now I can breathe, and feel and miss you; and idolize the idea of you. You can finally be a painting or a poem or a song, spawned of love whilst rotting in my brain stead my lips. But distance sweetened or salted is ever more bitter than the idea of your troubles or your beauty.

Joshua Tool – 09/05/2009

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