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Love Is An Organ
By Website Owner: Kano For Dead Boys

love is an organ that beats and plays a beautiful melody
love is an organ bought to show it's worth
i love with all my organs and i know you love with yours
i play my organ to show how much i love you and i know you can hear it too
love is an organ that i love you with
love is an organ that you love me with
all my organs and all their notes make the loveliest song of love

I've been grieving for 6 years
By Website Owner: Kano For Dead Boys

do you remember what kind of life you thought you would have?
you where going to be a guy. you were going to be named greg. you lived in a beautiful house. a simple physics teacher at the local penn state satellite campus. you were so in love nothing in the world matter more than you partner. and on the weekends you would play music with some of your friends. you never met anyone in california. you never went to culver high. you would be happy without the knowledge you have now. you would have been a guy named greg.

Leo/Virgo
By Website Owner: Kano For Dead Boys

I was born in august
I was ready for death with the first breath I took
screaming and cry and never stopping
I was born in august
a month the west has made me associate with death
the death of summer time
the death of free time
I was born in august
ready to live a life of fear

Death
By Website Owner: Kano For Dead Boys

im thinking of him on our way home from the beach
the salty sand filled air compliments it nicely
im relishing in the burning sun when i think
that i would choose dying forever over being dead

im thinking of him when we walk into the city
the bright lights scattered across your face make me panic
im falling into your eyes when i think
that i would never think of you again

im thinking of him when i lay awake at night
the fear of dreaming keeps me from slipping into sleep
im buzzing and shaking when i think
that i may be stuck in a dream for months

there is only one thought i have anymore
there is only one thing my mind occupies itself with
there is only one thing that can make my heart race
there is only one solution to my suffering

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