Now is all I have, with faces burned
In memory of there – of where
It is dark. Faces in the dark.
Sparked, they need fanning
To flame. But I sit, wait,
An ocean away.
I break:
Sure of one thing.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
The Breaking: Part IV
There is no in between anymore.
Now is all I have, with faces burned
In memory of there – of where
It is dark. Faces in the dark.
Sparked, they need fanning
To flame. But I sit, wait,
An ocean away.
I break:
Sure of one thing.
Light wins.
Unsure of everything.
Now is all I have, with faces burned
In memory of there – of where
It is dark. Faces in the dark.
Sparked, they need fanning
To flame. But I sit, wait,
An ocean away.
I break:
Sure of one thing.
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3 comments:
dang. this is gooooooood. and the season you're in is gooooooood.
amen and amen. girl. i love you a lot!
Well, I'm hoping to move to Brookside. I'm working on looking for places now. I've actually got my eye set on a house at 42nd and Stateline. But, that can only work if the planets align. Sooo, we'll see about that. But, Brookside is certainly my first choice place if I do not get this house in Mid-town.
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