red.dahlia:
6|52: and i'm just waiting till the shine wears off.
red.dahlia:
4|52: masquerade, paper faces on parade.
red.dahlia:
2|52: I still owe money to the money to the money I owe.
red.dahlia:
1|52
red.dahlia:
if everything could ever feel this real forever.
red.dahlia:
Hey you, what do you see? Something beautiful, something free?
red.dahlia:
God only knows what I'd be without you.
red.dahlia:
you can't retreat, i spy like no other.
red.dahlia:
the book of dahlia.
red.dahlia:
a half-remembered dream.
red.dahlia:
these are a few of my...
red.dahlia:
boom.
red.dahlia:
it's all about passion, it's all about perception.
red.dahlia:
little secrets.
red.dahlia:
my beautiful dark twisted fantasy.
red.dahlia:
shadow. play.
red.dahlia:
occam's razor.
red.dahlia:
Day 1
red.dahlia:
something in the dark began to squeeze me
red.dahlia:
tried to endure what i could not forgive.
red.dahlia:
I am your neighbour I can see you
red.dahlia:
i can't help but think that the day hasn't shown all its cards.
red.dahlia:
meow.
