Under another orange sun
All of what I know
Still is as useful
As a bridge
Over a dry creek
You know?
Cargo still must pass
Over the void
Here I am:
Me without you
I’m so sorry
Walking below
Another orange sun
VABM Sunday, February 07, 2010
To compare the mother sea against a bubble and against all of her foam. To even talk about the sand and ice of the dark seas of nebulae. To confess the curative effects of beer on my feelings about my reasons to be. If there is one, and about my performance or my lack of. To tell my love I’m still in love and always will be, normal interruptions in between. This blog is for
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