Searching on the wire,
for a wire,
for a peice of mind,
like the spiders in the corners that are never there
To the one,
to the magic sun,
you're not that bright now, but you will be someday,
soon,
and you will fall in love with the moonlight
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
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