panic! at the disco//northen downpour

"i missed your skin when you were east
you clicked your heels and wished for me

through playful lips made of yarn that fragile
capricorn unraveled words like moths upon old scarves


i know the worlds a broken bone
but melt your headaches, call it home."


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