Did I find the wrong eternal sunshine?
Ambience an epitaph
To the fog of an unspoiled mind
Pile me up like stones on a cairn
Yearning for the freedom of the sky
Children locked up against our wishes
Arms too short to reach the handles, you and I
It's in the fine print, cut between letters
Swallow down these tablet stones
They will help you sleep at night
You will never be alone.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
I'm bad at vulnerability I like to tie off places Where mess might hide Might wander in to introduce themself Until I'm all kn...
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To slumber And not be tossed about Like an incomplete formula In the mind of a mathematician Is a good thing The solution Lies in reme...
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Shadow Simon says: somewhere along the way Shadow Simon says: you've lost sight of who you are Shadow Simon says: and you lost the words...
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Silence underwhelming Trees flood my eyes and still The radio keeps scritcher-scratching Lighting up my dashboard sill Sailor of the jagged ...
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