alyssa.watson:
Diamonds in your eyes tonight
alyssa.watson:
Throwing fire
alyssa.watson:
As one reminds the other of the past
alyssa.watson:
Either scream or rejoice
alyssa.watson:
Relieved of the burden of carrying the weight of one's own shadow.
alyssa.watson:
fructose anatomy I
alyssa.watson:
To absent yourself, to make yourself vanish, ladies and gentlemen behold.
alyssa.watson:
And we'll hate what we've lost but we'll love what we find.
alyssa.watson:
Plasticity
alyssa.watson:
She will fly.
alyssa.watson:
Nothing is inevitable
alyssa.watson:
this.
alyssa.watson:
An unnatural state of grace.
