Tuesday, May 12, 2009

a sea a sky

away where i draw ghost in your back and you give me nightly cares, we usually see how the boat drifts; and those abandoned ship bells making sounds through the deep ocean remind us that the small deaths are the saddest. weeping rocks we get the island of children's children, only there the summer will make good for our sins, and of course you will sing me out the window watching how a ship takes me far away from you.

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