Tissue Sketches #1: bullet holes over san francisco

Oh, cross my heart and hope to die

And for you I’ll steal the sunset sky

I wondered why on skipping stones

I’d love to unravel your corset bones

Blueberries’ kisses, as blue as the sea

So sing acoustics music softer for me

We’ll end the night with cookie cakes

And a strawberry daiquiri by the lake.

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