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The old fortune teller lies deadon the floor. Nobody needs fortunes told anymore The trainer of insects is crouched on his knees And frantically looking for runaway fleas I miss your bones. Lars.

Tag reads:

The old fortune teller lies dead
on the floor. Nobody needs
fortunes told anymore
The trainer of insects is
crouched on his knees
And frantically looking
for runaway fleas

I miss your bones. Lars.

(via thischarmingsir)