Off The Wall
A gallery by an artist who hates galleries.
Friday, February 22, 2013
burried
...and as you look down at the cold, cold ground I'm sleeping in.
Don't expect to hear me say that I still love you then
'cause I'll be over you when the grass grows over me.
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