the stars all shine for you
and stars shine for you and sometimes your eyes are made of them you with morning glances and breakfast tongues that tell the story of ten a.m. and laughing through hangover cities spent-through shuffling rough patterns into a life that leaves the sky so terribly worn and how you burn matters. so taken well into account the strange ways you move and all the things that make you smile: watching moons, long drives, amphitheaters and you like whisky afternoons and you take them anytime you can anytime you might be the sky resting or sing the song that ends with a well-lit dawn and sometimes we do it that way together. sometimes we are the way it happens.
2008-01-24 | 12:03 p.m.
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