[seems morning now]

discussion; blue trvels ill awaited
just like this we always have it down
and fall
so outside, the sky is preparing for summer
the clouds are partin
like red seas, velvet robes
a fine day for getting by, i know
by lunchtime tommorrow we will only be
stories told and i can't hold
the small cylinders of hope
dancing over your head
getting lost in her eyes
(not made for this world)
sings parodies of flashing lights.

2004-06-22 | 6:28 p.m.
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