Deafheaven Dream House

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Hindered by sober restlessness
Submitting to the amber crutch.
The theme in my aching prose.
Fantasizing the sight of Manhattan;
That pour of a bitter red being that escapes a thin frame. The rebirth of mutual love
The slipping on gloves to lay tenderly

„I’m dying.”
– „Is it blissful?”
„It’s like a dream.”
– „I want to dream.”