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By chris Date: 2006 Jan 08 Comment on this Work [[2006.01.08.01.54.26701]] |
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out here the moon is wrapped in clouds in there you're wrapped in a blanket sleeping in your dulce flamenco internacional t-shirt (it last rained here in...november?) inhale, flick ash, kick the dirt watch the dust rise get eaten by the dark (i can't remember) who said the present gets in the way of destiny? and then you die to find out god's in aruba and won't be back 'til next spring the thing is - sleep never came easy for me and it still doesn't but like deep space cradles the stars what you give me is rest more blessed than saints who probably never even existed in the first place |